I'm in the back seat.
I look up but no one's driving,
It just aimlessly rolls away,
Taking every wrong turn.
Where it's going, I don't know.
I just hope it doesn't drive off a bridge
Into a melancholy void of despair,
Drowned in the voiceless screams.
But it seems to be on auto-pilot,
And I have no say in where it rolls.
I don't have control over this car,
Anything could happen now.
I could skid on ice,
Or slam into a tree.
It's all out of my control,
So I just let it be.
I don't control it, it controls me.
It drives me into the pit,
The void of voiceless screams,
A place I cannot escape.
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Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
