The reflection of you appears.in the mirror i saw nat only myself but the
destruction i caused that night i dont recall maybe because as a flew through
the windshield my mind took over one year to the presant awaking in past of
the nightmare that comes true i touched my hand upon the cold dead dirt my
my teares fall upon the blood running roses my sowrow tingout for the miss fortune
i know nothing about you your lifei so carelessly i took the chance which was a stupid one
the left was the wrong turn powering a life away from an hour of my pressure.
