Last night I envisioned,
getting in a head on collision.
It was my soul decision to drink and drive,
I felt so alive,
I didn’t see the red light.
I hit the brakes,sadly just a little to late.
A bone chilling screech pierced the night,
I awoke in darkness to guiding light.
It was so bright,
as it passed by someone grabbed my hand.
He was such a vibrant man.
I remember he seemed so sad,
whatever was bothering him must of been real bad.
It seemed as if he carried me,
because i couldn’t feel my feet.
Like we were floating endlessly,
as if he gave me wings.
We floated awhile,
then he stopped and he smiled.
He smiled a smile,
only a father could give his child.
Then he faded back into darkness.
I awoke screaming,
“HELP I’M TRAPPED IN”!!!!!!,
Why can’t i remember what happened?
Still strapped in,
I finally got the seat belt unfasten,
My face was smashed in,
from the windshield.
If it wasn’t for the seat belt i would of been killed!
It happened so quick,
Faint sirens faded me back into darkness.
I woke up in the E.R.,
wondering how did i get out of my car?
Someone asked,
“son, son do you know who you are”?
I answered,
“I was far, so far”.
“Where everything was white”,
and”I think I walked with Jesus Christ”.
“We didn’t talk”,
“no we just walked”.
“Then he smiled and disappeared”,
“It was so weird”.
“Then i came to for a minute”,
“my car, my car i was in it”.
“Now I’m here and who are you”.
He said,
“I’m detective O’Connor”.
“the other drivers a goner”,
“it was an officers daughter”,
“he was my partner”.
“You’ve been in a coma for a year”,
“you made his daughter become a picture”.
“He got lost in the tears”,
“he couldn’t take the pain”.
“So late one night he blew out his brains”.
“Vehicular manslaughter maxes out at ten years”.
“Dear”,
“get used to the name”,
“your life will never be the same”.
I answered,
“it was so dark that night”,
“I didn’t see the red light”.
“Ten years, I really killed someone”?
He responded,
“excuses, excuses everyone’s got one”,
“pipe down son save it for the judge”.
So they locked me up and threw away the key,
the judge and D.A. took turns throwing the book at me.
I maxed out at ten years,
over a couple of lousy beers.
Now I have to live,
knowing I’ve killed a kid.
Which made him do himself in.
I can’t try to lie,
or even try to justify,
the biggest mistake of my life.
So please,
if you pick up the bottle,
put down the keys.
Or you’ll be spending years right next to me.