Irony Infused with Sorrow, Love, and Rage...
When I see the glowing, I'm knowing...
Transformation's drawing near...
Sketching such a painful portrait...
Illumination now brings fear.
It starts off with a tiny light, far off in the distance...
Shimmering and dancing against the night, triggering my condition.
The apparition, like a magician, intoxicates my vision...
And without permission, hits the ignition that starts the demolition.
Slow corrosion? Not in my case...damage rises alarmingly...
Like an explosion behind my face, forcing me to do harm to me.
Take to roads, spinning tires...acid breath from too much booze...
While my rage gauge overloads from the fires of being abused.
So screwed am I feeling, when just earlier I was content...
But the light has a hidden meaning, and it no longer wants to pretend.
That it doesn't control this vessel, this body and brain of mine...
It seems my soul is nestled in a domain I thought I'd left behind.
S'been 3 years, 9 months, and 22 days since fate sent it's hate...
In the form of a Ford doing 74 and no longer driving straight.
He was irate with chemical weight, and his drink was spiked...
Bringing death on meth to my beautiful daughter as she rode her bike.
Try as I might, to go on with life; something my baby can't do...
In a casket closed while I'm in sorrow's throes and the pain only accrues.
It's true to think I'm at my brink, doing exactly what killed my girl...
I just can't maintain the horrible pain, it warps everything in my world.
It makes me hurl, throw up everything; now I sit covered in hot bile...
While the pedal smothers the metal...then I see a tot's smile.
Far ahead of me, but not far enough; my engine's wound too high...
So instead of braking I end up making...a decision, then close my eyes.
Didn't wanna see what happened next, but now I know I broke my neck...
When I swerved over the curb, and hit the telephone pole direct.
I inspect my surroundings, attempt floundering, but movement won't happen...
So I have to dictate my verse to a nurse for this to come across as rappin.
Bottom line, sorrow sucks...it'll consume and eat a dude...
Cuz losing a child simply ain't something any parent's due.
But before I go, lemme let you know...just how far this story goes...
The boy I nearly hit came to visit...
Said an angel watches over him...and that my daughter says hello.
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