June 13, 2015

I watched the sparks dance along the pavement

As your car sped away

The blaze burned bright and died all at once

The sky turned from black to grey

You lit another and smoked it down

Inhaling toxic memories

Your senses numbed and you turned your gaze

The look you held was an accessory

Shaky hands but a steady face

You calculated your next move

The road unfolded in front of you

And there was no one to disapprove

A glow appeared in the mirror

The drag lit up your disguise

A sorrow filled expression

With a hopeful sense of pride

You’re running from yourself

But it’s always been your show

Seeking purpose in night ahead

Throwing cigarettes out the window

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