Burnt Out


Cold on dark, wet pavement praying for some hot black tar
To course through these veins collapsed with years of poison
Warm me up while making me colder as I lie here
On this barren road and to my family
Who no longer feel sympathy but only loss

Perhaps it will be over when they repave the road.

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