Brought from the Mind

Stars

Blinking into the darkness of the night,
He ignites death at his lips.
Craving numbness, not a care to give.
Lost the war, no life to live.

The tempting terrible
Is quite considerable.
The very horrible, is horrendously durable.

The smoke doesn't work, but it does its job.
The music pours and his soul sobs.
Alone in the car,
With vapor and guitar,
The emotions ripping from his chest, while motionless.
State of complete vulnerability, completely restless.

He screams with the lyrics, salt water rivers claim him.
Mind's ballistic, beating the wheel's rim.
Sobs match the beat of the drums,
Heart heals to the speaker's load hum.

But the pain shall not die,
As though the song thrives.
His demons don't leave just hide,
Only to come out for another time.

He parks the car, on the side of the highway,
Puts out the flame, wanting to go away.
He looks at the stars, that are oh so far,
'Maybe life's worth living, I won't find out if I do this.'
As he turns to the vehicle of sorrow, passed the test.
Two shooting lights on wheels take him afar,
The lights take him to live with the stars.

(Story: comment if you realized what it was: if not, then continue reading: A guy was driving and smoking, feeling suicidal and depressed. He listened to music that he could scream at the top of his lungs while his world was crumbling. He parked on the side of the road, and was tempted to end the pain with all the passing traffic. He suddenly became optimistic as he listened to music and looked at the stars. But as he turns back to the car, the headlights of a car shot to him, and he died to live with the stars... as in he was ran over by a stray vehicle)