Crash course
Glass shattering, car crashes, hurricanes and whirlwinds . these are all of the things i see, hear and feel when i think of myself as an existence, a being in this infinite universe. I am a collision, a crash, and all in all, trouble. The tar black soul i so happen to possess takes hold of any lights specs, sinking said light to the lowest point, as it had happened to me once before. I was a light, but now i am nothing more than an angel fallen from grace. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The fire in my innocent black eyes is now ash, no longer illustrating the vision and perseverance i once had. Now tell me, when looking in my eyes, do you see the glass shattering, the hurricanes and the whirlwinds? Do you see the consumptious tar blackness of my soul? Please tell me , will you let all of my collisions and storms consume you?
