crashfistfight

So now these days are closing in, and it feels like a part of me shall soon be passing.
How does it feel when you realize a part of you will not survive?
Prepare the requiem and plot the paces to move onward.
A decadent decade, foolishness and bravery melding into the act.
The lights shall march across the body while the cameras roll,
Cutting off oxygen to the still thriving lungs.
Be prepared; you will not survive this.
The crashing of divine vehicles leading to the deadest of ends,
The roads growing narrower and less worthy of travel.
Should've made the jump while the tank was full, kid.
Should've made the jump while you still had suspension.
The brakes are out, and we're careening headfirst to the end.
Plot the paces.
Find the right key.
Soon we sing out the requiem for this dream.