Slow Wreck

a break in the system

a tragedy i'm afraid has struck

me not quite unlike a burning kiss

this death would wreck me

and she dove in glass biting skin

while blood cell metal welt blistered sin

not quite unlike a twisting shift

this wreck would get me

in an eternity just like a dream

i'm afraid to see not quite unlike

deserving fools on a plane of shame

hit infinity like a scrap disease

forgotten spark wished fuel to bleed

all pouring out some things we lack

i'm going back through a slow wreck

a null line paints the rhythm

a weary dream i expect to see

not too unlike just how you hate me

so downward thinking this death degrades me

into a cloud black motor shroud

some sick and proud space in the ground

although she sleeps with cells that creep

i'm on these knees prayers that she keeps down

slow wreck does seethe

gains more with speed

blown all away more than the last time