Wreck

My muddled heavy head Is a sticky royal red pulsing deeper than the windshield shards that open troughs in tingling legs Things are dark screams like thunder rumbles and the pavement's baking, gritty scratch stands by my quiet struggle The runny iron on my tongue erupting from my breaking lungs is a door to me, and my road-skinned knees to ease up this fight and cease to breathe Where did I go wrong? Why is this time's tale? When did I lose my mind away and accept to fall and fail? When did my voice break off so protesting words would die When did I avert my eyes, and let vandals slip inside? When did I arrive, to a fainting spell a dismal hell, an empty shell, a remnant of my former self? Why has it come to this? What a tragedy, I have lost my worth for a raven's dirty feathered girth The stones have pulled me here by my ravaged head of hair to be another spectacle- an accident my stupid mistakes spilling from the glassy reck, bare