Departing

In a ghost town
I've found my calling
From the background
Pack sound
Departing
I've been meaning
To tell you that I'm lost
Like an idea corrected till it's gone
Renovations
Plate shifts
Free falling
It's difficult
To erase what you've started
Keel fetal
In the backseat departing
First the nightmare caresses then it fades
Spikes the bloodstream but never takes a shape
In a crashed car
Glass shards
Departing
Still I know
It's naive adolescence
Till I'm old
And my fears turn fluorescent
What if those animals that you hunted
Weren't soulless or boneless or bloodless
Cynical and emotionally stunted
In the cold
Every road leads to nothing