Nothing beats driving country roads at 90MPH,
blustering gusts beat to the sound of my trauma,
thoughts of crashing an invigorating image.
Infernal angel beckons me home,
the words of Lana Del Rey, my eulogy.
Lavender plays homage to my sober dwindling,
purple flavoured pills brighten the headlights that face me.
High and drunk, I trust a god I don’t believe in to take the wheel
which feels absent in my hand.
It’s then I feel immortal, to die young,
memories untainted a welcome....
Writings Of A Queer Mind 