hell bent on getting high

eyes closing going 80 down an old country road
twisting and turning the knife in my heart
bleeding tears on my steering wheel
halfway to hell, the fire is all I feel

time
slowing
down

gliding around the curves
clenching the wheel
like his hands gripping my thighs
on the edge of a gully
reaching for the edge of glory
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         p
           p
           i
               n  
                    g

what salvation I found
stolen in the talons of my demons
I'm chasing the shadows
of winged fiends
hoping to find light
in their glowing eyes

... I never followed logic very well