Open Road

On the road

It’s 3AM

The addiction of my soul comes calling

Demon speeding down winding back roads

Radio blaring

Forgotten songs of youth

Eyes glazing

Zombie driving lights off

Hugging the curves

Raw is the nerve

A fork in the road

A choice to be told

Left or right

Home nowhere in sight

Traveling now on the highway and byways

Empty and dead

Like the hole in my soul

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