Nothing

there wasnt any time to take it in

there wasnt any space to worry in

there wasnt any place for joy or sin

there wasnt anything since this thing

there was no warning no noise or din

there was no fright or fear of limb

there was no heartbeat inside of him

there was no feeling since this thing

there was no moment when memories rushed

no sensation at all as he was crushed

no notion that his time had rushed

nothing at all since the cars had touched

now his body torn and smashed

now his futurebeaten and bashed

now his past has turned to ash

nothing at all since his car crashed

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fubdriver