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Way Too Fast

By Wil C. Fry, July 2, 2001

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Trying to scream — I cried out your name
Not that I miss you — Just don't like the pain
I thought bein' with you — Was torture enough
But here in the desert — Life can get rough

Reddened eyeballs smokin'
Suicide pistol chokin'
Hope's on a fancy vacation
F**kin' asphyxiation

   If you ever catch me,
   You're going way too fast
   Every breath I'm takin'
   Feels like chewin' glass
   If you're where I'm goin'
   You must be gettin' smashed
   If you ever take me in
   This man will be your last


Nails in my eyeballs — without affirmation
Severed bloody veins — and no more patience
I thought when I left you — that Hell would go away
But now I'm sinking deeper every single day

Reddened eyeballs smokin'
Suicide pistol chokin'
Hope's on a fancy vacation
F**kin' asphyxiation

   If you ever catch me,
   You're going way too fast
   Every breath I'm takin'
   Feels like chewin' glass
   If you're where I'm goin'
   You must be gettin' smashed
   If you ever take me in
   This man will be your last




Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook". This was written as a song rather than a poem. I imagined a dark, metal sound.

I later wrote another poem with the same name: Way Too Fast.




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