Take to four lanes to escape my own nature . . . bathing in sunlight to cleanse the iniquity of the night away . . . this taint hides half my face.

Take to four lanes to escape surrender, I will not go quietly.
Throw caution to the wind . . . mount up and ride again . . .

A double take finds her gone . . .
The rush of her wake burns my lungs.
Her exit well worth the price of admission, leaving a smile for a tip I walked out into drear . . .
The same old chair, the same old booth . . . she never changed her hair.
The same sad smile, the same soft voice . . . if life were perfect I'd take her with me.

I could use the company . . .
Release all the negativity a household can bring . . .

Another sleepless night . . . this demon will not retire easily. The scar of memory reopens, I've failed to remember three digits that make all the difference . . . testament to the deciding force of distance.

We don't touch like we used to . . .

She won't let me go . . . greying eyes haunt.
She won't let me go . . . her name appears in ghost . . .
Any more thought to the source I'll subcome to terror . . . her last act is spasm . . .

Wounds have sealed, I seek detachment . . . a flashback snaps back to the present . . . a day without conflict I've never known . . .