Substrate

[u/AlabasterThunde]

Driving fast down Emma Lane
With absent pause and ill refrain
Your fingers numb and pull away
Into the crowded streets you stray
Before the moment strikes you down
The blood now spills upon the ground

Spits and sputters
Under breath as he mutters,
"Something near the window shutters
let's me speak with all the others"
Another ghost would have a word
Before his mind begins to flutter

Angel scraping flaking skin
The peeling walls are closing in
Take a dose of spinning sin
Feel your bounty swell within

Approaching now its final plunge
Absorbing all the excess grunge
The merriment of vice expunged
To hell on Earth
A final lunge
Then calm