Woman of the Wasteland III of III

From ruined halls of a corrupt little apartment I flee with my children, trailing after me No more the hard hand of hate On my back or deciding my fate No more crack n ruined dishes No more wishes lost in these wasted lands Of iron n rust, from him I run, Run chasing these wishes The air is choked with dust, toxic things, sharp Stormy is the sky, a bruised, blue-blackened eye Of ash n brutal grays of dying flesh hung to dry By an indifferent god, fire n lightning flicker, high Lances here, there reflected in my watery eyes The rumble of the engine is felt in my bones Drilling deep into my soul Litter drifts like ghostly figures Across this broken road Grayed-out lines of fuzzy imagery, memories No more washing dishes, cracked n ruined sharp No more cuts, bleeding my life away No more wishes draining into the perpetual dark I flee from the bitter stairs The cold innuendos The hurtful fingers on broken flesh I remember when I used to wash our dishes, Watching, wishes drain away into oblivion Staring into the thousand-mile void Watching my children playing in broken things Thoughts fly across a sky of emptiness, framed In a city of ruined skyscrapers, stretching, reaching Burning cars cracked windows, parking lots Reflecting flickering neon bars Shadows grow as children run in play Under a dreadful moon drifting Under cloud shrouded misery In ashen doom, I flee to anywhere but here An icy light, growing cold, tracing all in silver As I wash these dishes I count my last wishes, as I sit here behind this wheel Deep in my bones, my soul is aching to be free Tears of relief stream, my children in the backseat Silent they are, I know not where we’re going In this bleak and ruined landscape In this Wasteland of forgotten lives Fading dreams Fallen glories… All I feel is the rumble of this old engine The numbness of the wheel Fighting the white monotonous line, but... …I am free…