Nightmare

A bomb went off in my head the bullet lodged in my brain moved a fatal, microscopic distance everything had started out as black and white somewhere down the road, the line went blurry the colors started to run, got smudged and gray the sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes It felt like a goodbye and that's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin It was almost morning, waking up from the nightmare
And there I go Hmm. . . . . . . I am afraid. But I start again from the beginning,trace my own steps to the scene of it. She is beautiful. I hated her for making me feel this way.
Now that I was with her, I was reluctant to hear her answers.
My past has a way of sneaking up on her. I hear broken echoes of it everywhere, like a bad replay. I'll get mad when i remember about it, it's all in my head. With no way to deal with the past, I kept my eyes
on the road, off the rear-view mirror and the road-kill behind me. I chased lesser mysteries