Save Your Soul

It comes from behind at a steady pace.
The noise floods the ears and blurs cover my eyes.
I see a place far off and suddenly the world is transformed
To a dark space with accusing eyes with my ripped pantyhose noticed.
Things end with a low pitch from you with
A fast moving nervousness.
An explanation moves past my lips to those debating eyes.
An untrue sentence though, and I am jeopardized.
My ways won't go, but you will.
And I'll continue on.

June twenty third, two thousand and eight.