Car Crash

Soft rock songs filled the car
Creating a fake feeling of calm
But he was not convinced
Neither was the mountain road
Who told him to go home
But it wasn’t his house
It was her house
And it was never a home
It was as if he lived below the sea
And he was tired of fighting to breathe

The night time told him to stop running
He sneered
Pocket knife still pressed to his pants
Did the night not know
He was charging in
But the darkness disagreed
He was used and abused
Whether kept in a cage or a car
He needed to stop
If only for a second
And let the pain fall like rain
From his gray eyes
The color of stormy skies

And the sleet said he was not safe here
It was not his time
He had the where
But it wasn’t supposed to be the when
And revenge never makes you feel better
After that where would he go?
But he had no other choice
No other plan

The entire planet pleaded
Get a grip
The movie in his mind was getting muddy
Scenes squished together
A mixture of past betrayals, future battles, and the road
Oh god, the road
He couldn’t have seen the sheet of ice
But he should have
There are so many things he should have done