Pyr

This is something I wrote. I haven't written in a while, but I did today.

Under the boardwalk lies two lovers
Waste paper skin rubs with match friction
The sand turns to glass
As the glorious ass
He met on the streets turns to dust.

The ice in her drink melted faster than her heart.
Her skin and veins melted faster than her heart
The funeral pyre was her only desire
The arson of arteries turned her emotions to fuel.

He made it half the way back to town on her
But the E on the gauge was the rage he needed
To pump up again.

A prostitute waiting at the fire red light
An abandoned angel of sin
She got in the car
The dead wheels spin.

The gas tank full
He got into home
A empty stomach of lost dreams and failure
Smelling of death and shitty Shakespeare.

The bone walls crunched as he slams the bathroom door
Crying piss tears and collapsing to the floor
Guilt turned his heart black
Blood will not turn it back.

The kitchen erupts like a Hawaii vacation volcano
The body part campfire set to bake at 350
Lost college educations burned in the den
Poor mother's tears couldn't stop the flames

The grass sung as it burned
The lawnmower exploded with passion
The neighbor's belongings cried out to deaf ears
The tree cried a drying a tear.

The pedal to metal, the fuel fresh with dropouts
The cliffside awaits
An escape from mistakes
The steel hits water
The tires keep turning
You can't drown this failure
You can't drown this failure.