There’s a highway that runs by my house
And I always think of crossing that…
That barrier of road…
That barrier of life…
Committing…
Committed to suicide
By highway
And I think ‘I wanna be like Dusty, I wanna be like Dusty’
My aunt’s dog who strayed too close to the road
I wanna explode into dust and blood
Perhaps trade my life for his…a far more noble creature than I…
I want to go into a craze
And run those wild steps
Down to the highway
I don’t want to hesitate
No…don’t think it over…
Go. Hurtle forward
Into the traffic, the rush hour traffic
Suicide by highway
Freedom
Freedom…
(C) A. Fleury
Reason for writing:
Written in one of my bad moods...I actually have had this thought several times. Don't worry, I'd never do it. :)
Birth sign: Libra
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