CAR CRASHING

God has taken gentle years out of my existence
As I cry kerosene  for my solitary subsistence
I fear I must have terrified many of them
When they look at me  from the distance. 

I keep some burn oil in my car trunk
As if I run out of my resistance
So I could put it back on my skin
And set on fire when not actually listened. 

I keep a hammer to pin a nail, 
Or to smash my headlights
To handle my breakouts and my burnouts in time,
Like that's what I am really equipped to handle at midnight.

I pull the bumpers and breaks out in hindsight
Not trying to knock the car down
But when I do I get killed 
The car crashed and that's an absolute thrill

The dashboard hits and the door flakes,
The hood swells and the radiator rolls ,
My head slipped over crafted clutches
And there I lose my control.

The ignition clings to my hair and teeth, 

I feel the brutal burns when I accidentally sleep, 

The window frame have cracks on the scene, 

The glass breaks off and get stuck on skin. 

The breaks are off on the cooling fan,

Am I cool?
I need to ask another man.
Blood runs through, bones break too.

The fuel tank explodes and the fire burns,
My skin burns as I feel the blaze, 
My head hit right and I became the instant spotlight,
When the cops arrived , and then I  chose to immediately die. 


Leeza