[[ C0ntRoL ]]
Brace yourself, you've lost control
And where you land, only God knows.
Brace yourself and hope to find
that in the end you're still alive.
Whisper a prayer to save your life
And pray that you might just survive
And when the fatal blow has passed
You might say that it went by so fast
And when they pull you from the crash
they pull you out whole from the steel and glass
There was no light before my eyes
Just the deafening sound of steel on concrete
And there was no great epiphany
Just the waking pains in my hands and feet
And as I fell out from my seat
There was no voice to comfort me
But silence broken by the sound of blood
Dripping from my fingertips
And as I looked around me
No one's eyes were upon me
Only my face reflecting in the broken glass
And the sound of wheels still rotating fast
And when the men pulled me from the machine
There was still blood stains on the grass
And the smell of a newly poured out tank of gas
I wasn't dazed, or in pain...
Just shook up and in the rain
Pulled the glass out of my pockets
and in the grass I found my glasses
And as I walked to leave the scene
I was stopped by the men who found it strange
That I walked away from that horrid machine
I went to catch a ride
It seemed as if I was just fine.
They made sure to let me know
"Hey kid, you're lucky to be alive."
Brace yourself, you've lost control
And where you land, only God knows.
Brace yourself and hope to find
that in the end you're still alive.
Whisper a prayer to save your life
And pray that you might just survive
And when the fatal blow has passed
You might say that it went by so fast
And when they pull you from the crash
they pull you out whole from the steel and glass
There was no light before my eyes
Just the deafening sound of steel on concrete
And there was no great epiphany
Just the waking pains in my hands and feet
And as I fell out from my seat
There was no voice to comfort me
But silence broken by the sound of blood
Dripping from my fingertips
And as I looked around me
No one's eyes were upon me
Only my face reflecting in the broken glass
And the sound of wheels still rotating fast
And when the men pulled me from the machine
There was still blood stains on the grass
And the smell of a newly poured out tank of gas
I wasn't dazed, or in pain...
Just shook up and in the rain
Pulled the glass out of my pockets
and in the grass I found my glasses
And as I walked to leave the scene
I was stopped by the men who found it strange
That I walked away from that horrid machine
I went to catch a ride
It seemed as if I was just fine.
They made sure to let me know
"Hey kid, you're lucky to be alive."
dia:
Thanks for writing what you did in my journal. It's a cathartic thing to do, and you seem like a very good soul. You should never stop. I mean, in general, with everything!