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Pinned...
My head throbbing,
blood running down my face dripping off my chin,
the strong smell of gasoline burned my nose.
Not being able to move even uh little bit,
pinned against the steering wheel with the top
of the truck stabbing into my back.
The radiator was spewing out hot water from the openings
made by other parts of the engine that had thrusted into it
from the impact of the crash.
I began to cry because the thought in my head that kept
repeating over and over was that this was the end,
my days of freedom and fuckin around in this death trap was
over.
Out of the corner of my I saw a headlights off in the distance,
at first it was relief,
but as the headlights got closer I noticed the vehicle had no
intentions of slowing down.
I looked up in the window,
the guy was looking down not paying attention.
All i could do was sit there and wait for it to plow into me,
as it came to the last five seconds,
I closed my eyes pinching out the rest of my tears with my
eyelids,
like that my life was taken away,
and i was gone...
blood running down my face dripping off my chin,
the strong smell of gasoline burned my nose.
Not being able to move even uh little bit,
pinned against the steering wheel with the top
of the truck stabbing into my back.
The radiator was spewing out hot water from the openings
made by other parts of the engine that had thrusted into it
from the impact of the crash.
I began to cry because the thought in my head that kept
repeating over and over was that this was the end,
my days of freedom and fuckin around in this death trap was
over.
Out of the corner of my I saw a headlights off in the distance,
at first it was relief,
but as the headlights got closer I noticed the vehicle had no
intentions of slowing down.
I looked up in the window,
the guy was looking down not paying attention.
All i could do was sit there and wait for it to plow into me,
as it came to the last five seconds,
I closed my eyes pinching out the rest of my tears with my
eyelids,
like that my life was taken away,
and i was gone...
Published 23rd Mar 2011
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