Literature
drunk
I've come to an intersection and stopped at the sign
the light's stuck at red but it'll change with time
east, west, north, the options seem endless
should I go astray; please give me forgiveness
cause I don't know where I'm going, don't know what I'm doing
I'm driving intoxicated, fuck, it's showing
I thought I stopped but I think the tires are rolling
going straight, left, right, engine growling
every light is green but mine, too blind to see
my life flashes before my eyes, my final plea
cars passing and screeching but it's too late to stop
from ground to air, then right back down I drop
metal and dirt and everything fly
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