Ghost Driver

Numbness does not mean that the hurt goes away,
it becomes a dull throb instead of a piercing pain.

Did I dry my tears?
Or did I just run out?

It's so much darker in the passenger's seat,
soon enough I fall into sleep.

How long were my eyes shut?
How many days did I lose in the fog?

The auto-pilot light binks out of control.
The breaks go out and we start to roll.

And I am trapped with my ghost driver.

Does anyone see my hollow smile?
Will anyone notice that I am barely surviving?

If not, that's alright.
I am the one who tinted windows and locked doors.
I imprisoned myself in my own mindless mind,
where the ghost driver is thoughtless and rash.
Where no one can see that I am not really alive.