Road Block
Fear consumes a soul
All signs of hope are aborted
Emerald lights turn ruby
Speeding through, a prey eludes it's predator
Lights, blinding, peirce the mind
A clash of indigo, chrimson and balcktop
From his forehead, a scarlet river flows
Her blonde hair askew, a lifeless body swimming in the mist
Brown eyes, creamed coffe
slowly setting, death now here to claim his prize
if only they could turn back time
A single seat belt would have saved these lives
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