My car, cursed with failing breaks through crammed T-junctions in rush hour; scraping between gaps of traffic. Myself, in a dream behind the wheel,every breath an attempt to wake myself. As though this death, is payment for my mistakes, an endless wind blasts, through open windows. Forced screams and trusty fearfulness. A lake of tears, a dark cloud filled with despair, has done my mind great damage. Laced with error. Loaded with ignorance, the girl has gone She who led me to this pain, no there is no reasoning that could comfort me And I remain terrified. What's next