Techno Death

The wind in the car mocks a touch on my face. you feel most alive when youre close to death. you could almost feel its calm. like rattling in the walls. its never really gone. "lover you should've come over" losing almost feels like winning. until you realise they've won the greatest prize. a hand scraping the back of your shoulder and where did our love go. do away with me. its not that hard to figure out.