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- Smell of gasoline in the air
along the passing miles.
«I have never felt so frail»,
someone smiles.
Haunting past has you embraced,
enlaced and almost skinned.
While you’re speeding down the rails
someone thinks:
«Soaked in poison to the bone,
I have never felt this high,
so confused and so alone,
so alive».
Threads of poison in the air,
amongst the gleaming cars.
Someone’s crawling down the stairs
in the dark,
pallid fingers on the knife,
as if it were a quill.
Someone’s failing to deny
their guilt.
«Never put so much at stake,
missing all the major clues,
never been the one to break
or to lose».
Smell of gasoline in the air,
drips of blood across the floor.
All that kept you pure and fair
works no more.
Distance blinds but never heals.
When there’s no one else to blame,
bring your lighter to the spills,
watch the flame.
Someone’s rushing, torn apart,
prepared to risk anew.
Someone’s drowning in the dark,
just for you.