Broken Glass Sings at Dawn
Night claws at the throat of this city—fingernails painted with exhaust, with spit, with all the black promises the dark makes and never intends to keep,
I ride shotgun with regret, wide-eyed, teeth-grinding, a ghost at the wheel and adrenaline rattling my ribs like loose change in a beggar’s cup,
Headlights are bone-white fangs, jaws snapping in my rearview, chasing every lie I ever told to buy myself another hour of this cracked, shaking survival,
Dashboard blinking warnings, red as a slit wrist in bathwater—no safety net, no prayers, just the scream of tires peeling skin from asphalt,
Every traffic light is a dare, every intersection a Russian roulette spin, I keep pushing the pedal to murder sleep, to race the sunrise before it can blind me with what I’ve done,
My shadow leans across the hood, hungry and hollow, a midnight animal gnawing at the steering column, howling lullabies made of broken promises and gravel in the gut,
My hands are claws gripping the wheel, knuckles cracked and bleeding secrets that never healed, every line on my palm a map to another near miss, another last second that wasn’t,
Sirens whisper in the distance, not salvation, not hope, just wolves running on blood-slicked streets, waiting for the scent of the next disaster,
I wonder if there’s any mercy left between the lanes—if the world will forgive a sinner who races with the ghosts of those he left behind,
The engine coughs confessions, pistons pounding out a sermon only I can hear, something about pain, something about the way terror tastes like copper and cheap whiskey,
I remember your face—how it shone in the dark, how your fear was always the color of my own cowardice, how your goodbye stuck in my teeth like a bullet that missed the bone,
Speed doesn’t save, it only strips away the parts of you that could be loved, leaves you raw and stuttering, an animal running from headlights and memory,
But the crash never comes quick enough, and every second that passes is another mirror cracking, another voice in my skull laughing at the way I beg for ruin,
There’s no slow motion, just the jolt and scream, the splintering of self against physics, the abrupt and brilliant flash of everything you were,
After, there’s only silence and steam, broken glass singing at dawn, and the taste of copper on the wind—proof that you can survive a thousand deaths and still want to die,
I crawl from the wreckage, not reborn but ruined, a smear on the pavement, an apology scrawled in skid marks,
The world doesn’t care if you make it out, the world just wants a show—so I give it blood, I give it bone, I give it every haunted mile that brought me here,
Fast crash, slow ending, the ache in my chest a clock that won’t stop counting down,
And in the echo of the impact, I hear your name—shattered, scattered, a warning for every beast that thinks speed can outrun the things that haunt us.
Song: Broken Glass Sings at Dawn
Highway’s got its jaws around my soul, chewing bone and spitting dreams out the window,
Dash lit up like a dying city, I drive with my demons—hell in stereo,
White lines blur into a fever, I’m kissing fate at ninety miles an hour,
Rearview full of all my failures, headlights grinning with the hunger to devour.
Sirens don’t chase to save—they’re just the applause for a sinner burning out,
I roll the dice with every red light, desperate to beat the morning doubt,
Your voice is a ghost in the speakers, reminding me of every promise I broke,
Rubber screams and I can’t feel fear, only the heat of regret rising in smoke.
Broken glass sings at dawn,
Crash comes fast but the night drags on,
Blood on the mirror, truth in the scar,
Fast crash—slow burn—never gets you far,
Broken glass sings at dawn,
I’m just a wreck chasing a spark that’s already gone.
Windshield fractured like my story,
Each shard a lie, each bruise a glory,
If I see your face in the glare,
Will you run, or will you dare—
To haunt this fast crash,
Where only broken things last?
Broken glass sings at dawn,
Crash comes fast but the pain drags on,
Blood on the mirror, truth in the scar,
Fast crash—slow burn—never gets you far,
Broken glass sings at dawn,
I’m just a wreck chasing a spark that’s already gone.
Night claws at the throat of this city—fingernails painted with exhaust, with spit, with all the black promises the dark makes and never intends to keep,
I ride shotgun with regret, wide-eyed, teeth-grinding, a ghost at the wheel and adrenaline rattling my ribs like loose change in a beggar’s cup,
Headlights are bone-white fangs, jaws snapping in my rearview, chasing every lie I ever told to buy myself another hour of this cracked, shaking survival,
Dashboard blinking warnings, red as a slit wrist in bathwater—no safety net, no prayers, just the scream of tires peeling skin from asphalt,
Every traffic light is a dare, every intersection a Russian roulette spin, I keep pushing the pedal to murder sleep, to race the sunrise before it can blind me with what I’ve done,
My shadow leans across the hood, hungry and hollow, a midnight animal gnawing at the steering column, howling lullabies made of broken promises and gravel in the gut,
My hands are claws gripping the wheel, knuckles cracked and bleeding secrets that never healed, every line on my palm a map to another near miss, another last second that wasn’t,
Sirens whisper in the distance, not salvation, not hope, just wolves running on blood-slicked streets, waiting for the scent of the next disaster,
I wonder if there’s any mercy left between the lanes—if the world will forgive a sinner who races with the ghosts of those he left behind,
The engine coughs confessions, pistons pounding out a sermon only I can hear, something about pain, something about the way terror tastes like copper and cheap whiskey,
I remember your face—how it shone in the dark, how your fear was always the color of my own cowardice, how your goodbye stuck in my teeth like a bullet that missed the bone,
Speed doesn’t save, it only strips away the parts of you that could be loved, leaves you raw and stuttering, an animal running from headlights and memory,
But the crash never comes quick enough, and every second that passes is another mirror cracking, another voice in my skull laughing at the way I beg for ruin,
There’s no slow motion, just the jolt and scream, the splintering of self against physics, the abrupt and brilliant flash of everything you were,
After, there’s only silence and steam, broken glass singing at dawn, and the taste of copper on the wind—proof that you can survive a thousand deaths and still want to die,
I crawl from the wreckage, not reborn but ruined, a smear on the pavement, an apology scrawled in skid marks,
The world doesn’t care if you make it out, the world just wants a show—so I give it blood, I give it bone, I give it every haunted mile that brought me here,
Fast crash, slow ending, the ache in my chest a clock that won’t stop counting down,
And in the echo of the impact, I hear your name—shattered, scattered, a warning for every beast that thinks speed can outrun the things that haunt us.
Song: Broken Glass Sings at Dawn
Highway’s got its jaws around my soul, chewing bone and spitting dreams out the window,
Dash lit up like a dying city, I drive with my demons—hell in stereo,
White lines blur into a fever, I’m kissing fate at ninety miles an hour,
Rearview full of all my failures, headlights grinning with the hunger to devour.
Sirens don’t chase to save—they’re just the applause for a sinner burning out,
I roll the dice with every red light, desperate to beat the morning doubt,
Your voice is a ghost in the speakers, reminding me of every promise I broke,
Rubber screams and I can’t feel fear, only the heat of regret rising in smoke.
Broken glass sings at dawn,
Crash comes fast but the night drags on,
Blood on the mirror, truth in the scar,
Fast crash—slow burn—never gets you far,
Broken glass sings at dawn,
I’m just a wreck chasing a spark that’s already gone.
Windshield fractured like my story,
Each shard a lie, each bruise a glory,
If I see your face in the glare,
Will you run, or will you dare—
To haunt this fast crash,
Where only broken things last?
Broken glass sings at dawn,
Crash comes fast but the pain drags on,
Blood on the mirror, truth in the scar,
Fast crash—slow burn—never gets you far,
Broken glass sings at dawn,
I’m just a wreck chasing a spark that’s already gone.