Driving

Wed, 04/10/2013 - 22:47 -- TatumE

The night is slowly coming to an end.
Everyone is leaving,
He only lives right around the bend.
No one notices what he’s about to do,
He left quick,
Before they could think it through.
Almost home, just a little farther to go
Eyes like bricks
He thought he was going slow
Across the line, and over the limit
Never thought this would happen
He’s just about to vomit.
The other car did nothing wrong
Fighting for their lives
The night has never felt so long

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