Through watering eyes
the tunnel below
White lights in a streaking blur
Diesel fume's
Sweet perfume
Suddenly not so sure
The convictions brought you to this place
lose their momentum
in the face
of your sobering confrontation
Your mortality awaits
Surrendering all hope
yet still pray the end is painless
Like a fly on the windshield
because you couldn't buy the rope
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