Cyclical

Like the wreck that turns heads
This all lacks structure
I was a mistake
I used to create sculptures 
from the scrap metal of my accidents
But the rust has eaten away at the best of it all

Inside out

Hollow fills

Be not deceived

The presence of nothingness
Is far more a burden
than my neck can bear

Every time I die

on impact
but then resurrected

just to command a new vessel to the same fate