Passing Through
Beyond the headlights of this metal thing,
The road twists into an asphalt amalgamation,
Simmering over the radio is a somber melody,
the only thing keeping my eyes from wandering into the
abyss of the forest trudging by
Radio Over Satellites
I wish I could swallow you whole,
Only within me,
I can’t give in,
Chase after some horrid love,
As if it wanders after us