Dying Slowly… Living Fast…

Trapped in the headlights…

Deer look overwhelmed, tantalized…

Talk turns to shove turns to lost in a medicated haze…

Turns to dancing around this melodic devistation…

Scars are wounds trapped in time with the reminder of lifes accomplishments…

We stand before each other smothered in kerosene… 

Hold matches and smoking cigarettes….

Blinded by the light of a fire that can’t be seen…

Lost in a gaze not involving eyes…

And yet it burns…

It chars…

It claims everything in it’s path….

I was foolish enough to stand in it’s way…

Lying here scarred for life…

But scars have stories…

And that’s all life is….

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