All you see is the turn. You never see the road ahead. When you drive through this life with your eyes close.
Sooner or later you‘ll turn up dead. All because you failed to see the warnings. That was there to be read.
You pay no mind to the car wrecks on the side. You’re just focused on the dead end street instead. But the truth is you don’t know where you’re going.
And you step on the gas pedal as if your foot were made of led. Hoping to make the right turn. Not knowing that your brakes have been bled.
Now the chances of making it out are as thin as a thread. Until finally you meet the wall. And the last thing you see is crimson red.
Now you’re just another wreck on the road. A reminder to the next driver to mind the walls ahead.
A contest entry
- the New Rules by delic8.
1200 points, ended March 19, 19 entries
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Should it be as thin as a thread, or is that intentional? I'll assume the spelling things are on purpose/you don't care, considering the contest parameters.
Kinda funny and morbid. Prosier than I'm usually into, but it has a nice driving rhythm. -
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Thanks for the correction. I’m rather embarrassed that I missed that one. And thank you for the comment.
Allawy
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I don't know what to say.
not sure if you're riding the rules of the test, or you're serious.
either way, best wishes
-Emmjay
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