4 Star View - Crashing

The rain is slick where pavement meets gravel
Connecting threads once strong now unravel
Friends stood firm but now fallen into rivals
Tectonic slips and breaking waves have gone tidal
The wheels come off as the glass
Shatters in my head
And I'm done with the road
Done with the things you said
This gurney is my own made up bed
Don't sleep where you bled
The glass spreads in piles with small pebbles
Peculiar lights dangling free, wires and metal
Puddles ripple where the fluids found unlevel
Ground to travel before finding a home to settle
The wheels come off as the glass
Shatters on my head
And I'm done with the road
Done with the things you said
This gurney is my own made up bed
Don't sleep where you bled
All we feel are the broken little bones
Bruised and replaced where the guilt starts to grow
The world succumbs to the violent red tint
Broken mirrors, splintered hopes
Hear the sirens approaching
There's nothing here to believe
As the world's encroaching
Written clearly in the tea leaves
The wheels come off as the glass
Shatters on my head
And I'm done with the road
Done with the things you said
This gurney is my own made up bed
Don't sleep where you bled
Buckled and broken in the seat
I can't bear the burden it leaves
The heat holds back, conversion bleeds
Conversion bleeds

Written by:
T. Bass

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