The Accident Scene
Mood envelopes in a so dry quiet sea
morbidity and mortality merge
blood from different cut flesh flow like thick tea
squeezed vehicle looking more like a sledge
with another’s state, giving a loud noise
as misfortune comes from man’s own thunder
what is on site gives the much needed voice
struggling to survive stays quite under
man in scattered meat as life keeps malice
just a little mistake, huge is the prize
a beautiful corpse with I.D Alice
death yet swallows, still increasing in size
see what a terrible moment can bring
mistake or not, deadly is the slapped sting.
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