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Alive in a Car Crash:

I feel on the inside what you look like on the outside, Empty, tired. I left no trace, no path, no life exist beyond these dead eyes. They are only limber for some empty purpose. Extinguishing beneath the squeal of tires. I lay upon the wreck twisted in two, empty, violated, maybe we can make this stop, the cold, the darkness. Penetrating through itself l eaving no feeling, no remorse, endless ambition.

I've exhausted all avenues of healing, what once was is no more, I cant go back. Life itself draining from my hollow body the warmth of failure, the disgust in knowing that regret isn't a option. Complacent the times have become, people don't care, nor will they ever. Looking for something that doesn't exist has become a life long ambition a journey which will constantly lead you to know where, confusing you to the point where death has become a option which out ways the one of the living.

Taking part in act that is as wrong as it right. Letting go of the numb pain that represses every single part of your body and leaves you here tainted and cold. Paranoia is what we've become, obliterated, and numb. In the end the way out is the same way in, but this time the door is locked. Beyond it lies something that is beyond comprehension the great beyond, the bliss of all existence and the only thing you have to do is walk through that door, somehow find a way, and in that split second time will stand still. Pieces of glass, twirling around in slow motion, crumpled metal coming to a permanent stand still, the expel of air bags, and the end of life!