Flood.

In passenger seat.

While you drive me home..

You talk to me with no sound

Of a kind warm voice.

As a cloud lowers down

to your heart,

you act.

A tear runs down,

my flushed face...

and yours.

Nobody is on earth...

just you and i

nobody else.

nobody.

Silence is the words of heart.

Silence is the words of life.

Silence is the words of god.

Silence is the words of us.

Silence silence silence...

Okay.

Looking out the dirty glass window,

i yonder.

cant tell if i see *stars*,

or FaKe pieces of handmade junk,

just floating there in the lonely sky...

Hands to my face.

Maybe i should cry for help.

maybe i'm already crying.

Rain in your eyes,

flooding the car.

Grip the wheel,

choking its soul.

crimson dripping down,

your warm yet cold hands.

I think i should Drive.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Wow! This was deep and powerful. The emotive strength in these words reached out and gripped the soul. One could not help by feel a sense of sorrow and finality. You're use of words and their sizing brought this piece of alive.

Great Ink!
Aaron