Weeping on the Wheel
I drive through the dark,headlights full of ghosts.
Tears make the road shimmer like snake skin.
Nowhere to go,no one to go to-
Just me,the motor, and memory's mirage.
Every turn leads to the same dead end,
And every song on the radio sings my name,
Till I crash into the silence itself.
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