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I sit in my car, the night air around.

I rock back and forth with no ties to the ground.

My legs, they shake, and the pen does quiver.

My hands, they tremble, and words do shiver.

From my mind to the page, the letters fall.

For they are my comfort within this all.

I break away and voice my song.

An elegy of demons, so cruel and wrong.

I awake from dreams of butterflies

and plunge into the world of lies.

Reality is bleak and pale.

It's pallor masked in graying veils.

A ribbon of light; of white and truth

rescues me from the swinging noose.

Though the gallows call for me to hang

they pause and glare for the requiem sang.

I have been saved, alone at last.

No longer regretful of those in the past.

My hand and body still does quake.

My sanity threatening and willing to break.

I'm still in the car, waiting for peace.

Still waiting for this shaking to cease.

But time does not subside the pain

and the sky does not permit the rain.

The cleansing water, wash away

will come along another day.

So I sit, trembling in my car

just waiting for this wound to scar.