[Bladed Thesis]

Been awhile but fuck it.

It's just,

Traffic lights flew by, through the vehicle echoed the shadows.
He felt excitement going to see her, spirit settled yet raddled.
As he passed husks and monoliths of local metallic chateaus.
Is marriage easy? Sometimes its love, sometimes you get to the battle.
As he drove to see her, he tuned out the trip, emotions high.
Can't let his hope subside because its love and he knows its right.
And though the moments fly, he's worked hard to show her why
He felt most alive, smiling at the memories of their souls alight.
Internal focus died, a honking car pulled him back to the auto.
All told, they'd fought a lot recently and that's when it all slowed.
She disappeared for days, for a time she went back to the bottle.
Her laughter was hollow. Said she needed distance to unravel and wallow.
Two weeks. No talking. No word. Then she crashed at the condo.
With a crash he was jostled as the vehicle accelerated, mashing the throttle
Since then hadn't seen her in two weeks and that's where it all goes.
But now he knew he'd see her and someday they'd chuckle at the debacle.
As vehicle slowed, it then got the gas and thundered and fumed
Slumped and confused, for him this drive was as a stupor of a drunken prelude
Engine hum was renewed before turning off with a rumbling boom
Then he heard her voice, "Is he still alive?" asked hushed and subdued
Footsteps approached. He realized that this trunk was his tomb.
It opened and their faces nothing but cruel, pupils sunken with doom.
What could he do? He asked himself. That moment he suddenly knew,
Standing above him the new husband who gripped on his gun so amused.
A shot rang out: The ending and beginning of a new love under the moon
A new love, born in the darkness. But even the best love is a feud.

It's kind of funny but true.