i feel as if i'm stood in the middle of a highway.
waiting for that truck to hit me, full speed.
there's nothing i can do to stop it; time moves,
and these god-damned soles i walk on are glued, stuck.
i'm witnessing my own downfall, every single fucking second,
and the second it hits me everything is going to fucking ignite.
slow motion, yet everything feels so fucking fast.
fixated on those lights heading towards me, blinking at me.
it's as if i'm taunting myself. or those lights are. i'm not sure.