Dead Heat

by The Editor

As if the sky knew we broke it,

the rain came driving down,

And you knew I couldn’t take it

so you turned the car around.

We never understood the words;

Never stayed to listen

Covered up the tares and burns;

the scar tissues thicken.

You’re a holy ghost,

A white hypnotic spell,

I tried to pull and keep you close

now I write these words from Hell…