• allbymyself 197w

    We try to run
    Because we are sick of standing still
    Walking around in circles
    And dancing the same dance.

    We light matches on deserted streets
    And wait for the flames to engulf us
    We don't call for the siren until it's too late
    When the firemen come, we are long gone.

    We drive from highway to highway
    Trying to stay awake
    While the wheel turns, and the speedometer rises to unhealthy levels
    Listening to the same old songs on repeat.

    They find us in the morning
    With crushed faces and no heartbeat
    There's a blind alley in front of the car
    And soaked blood at the back of the seat.

    - Avitaj

    @mazarine @nightwriter_i @jade_711 @greypages_

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    Blind Alleys

    Walking around in circles
    And dancing the same dance.