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Victim of the dare.
They want the time to pass,
Speeding in the rain,
The shattering of glass
wakes me yet again,
I hear the sound of heels
Trying to get away,
The bloodshed on the wheels,
Of the car out on the way,
Stolen from a street,
Not far from this place,
The journey now complete,
Ended is their race,
Jack-knifed on the drive,
Wreckage of a dream,
Playing with their lives,
Or so it would seem,
But some, they ran and fled,
One still trapped inside,
A lifeless body, dead,
As the others run and hide,
Childish games of thrill,
Caused this crash of fate,
They won't listen still,
For one it was too late,
I pace out in my gown,
Too see just what was there,
I hang my head and frown,
Another victim of the dare.
