“Accelerate.”

Sting of the needle
Accelerating my poor heart
Paralyzing my mind
Locking me in to where I don’t wish to be
Driving out the joy
Summoning evils breath
And turning my day to night
Courting chaos
The ride that doesn’t disappoint
Or maybe that’s all it does
Into winters air I float away.

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