Summer In Your Violences
// Basically I finished Broadchurch, the BBC show, and had to get this out of my system
I found summer in your violences I found claustrophobia reckoning me Beckoning me To hold on And do right by you one last time In this love we bound each other in I found a one sided road to your garage And when I arrived there it was empty But the keys were on the floor Keys to a parked car in my dreams And you were on the driver's seat while the passenger's was empty I was on the road ahead And you were driving full speed with headlights blaring Mind glaring, I screamed And you heard me but didn't heed So here I was lying face first on the wooden floor instead of a concrete road And the stars shining up above could be seen through reflections of my pooling blood all around me Without having to lift your head up, up, high up and gaze at the clouds Beyond the roof, beyond the many floors over our heads A wooden floor under the open sky A car parked on the side An accident, a murder Deliberate Honest I thought you promised, I thought you promised.