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The Car and the Body

Been driving for hours,
My hands off the wheel,
Staring at the meteor showers,
The time ticks slowly as I reveal how I feel.

Then I see the night has arrived,
So I�ll grab my map and turn on the lights,
The road begins it�s journey as it suddenly contrived,
Into fear and it just so happens that it might,
Watch me slowly be deprived.

The car slows down at the cliff,
And I�ll look out over the edge,
I see my porcelain body, stiff,
I realize that it had jumped itself off of the ledge.

The car then begins to drive towards the trees,
I find myself in the backseat,
Begging for forgiveness, please,
I know that I alone cannot defeat,
The devil sitting in the front seat.

Aiming for the hole in the ground,
The car begins to swerve,
In the backseat I notice that I am bound,
The ropes are hitting a nerve.

I�m sad because I know at last,
My time has come fade away,
All my time has become a past,
I knew all my edges had fray.

So driving once again,
I drove off of the cliff,
Knowing that I had just committed a sin.