Petrol-fume goodbyes.

PETROL-FUME GOODBYES.
sneak

This beautiful twisted night -
is sure to be my last.
Going home in tragedy.
Going nowhere fast.
Guided by the neon lies -
that sell us plastic dreams.
Reflections on the windscreen -
paint sanitised wet screams.
Safe in metal emptiness.
Air-bag pillow nights.
The screech of our deliverance.
In shock we reach new heights.
A siren wail for strangers.
Killing to get there.
Fuel injected apathy.
Diesel in the air.
Oblivious to dying.
Reclining leather seat.
Air conditioned comfort.
Death beneath my feet.
Accelerate the process.
Meet your mangled end.
A stranger on the bonnet.
The scream of his girlfriend.
The emptiness in my eyes.
Hollow, cold and grey.
His killers face, the last he saw,
as life was dragged away.
While all around reigned chaos.
Sirens, wails and cries.
All I heard were whimpers -
of petrol-fume goodbyes.

sneak

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