imminent domain

Driving the fucken car home

Never felt so fucken all alone

Drowning in the recesses of my well thought out intention

There are no lightning bugs to light my way home

This is not for me

The voices in my head deceive me

Things are not in focus anymore

The headlights head on pounding

Sounds of tires screaming

Staring at the ceiling

The precipice behind me

The panic subsides

Just like a low tide

Curling sand along the ocean floor

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