Petrol fume eyes

 

Broken glass hearts.

Wrong place,

wrong time.

Joy killer, 

petrol fume eyes,

broke their backs.

Stemmed the tide

of laughter

but the blood flowed

like that corner

taken too fast.

Joyriding

into a smash.

A shattered cry.

Blood stains

the night.

Too many

wasted lives.

Lost in 

petrol fume highs,

speeding without a clue,

a rebel without a cause.

A broken smile 

lost in surgical gauze,

in mourning cloth

just because

they had nothing

better to do.

 

 

 

 

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