Novice

Eternal darkness
Though you should see it coming
You might have stopped it before
but now, no longer
IT blocks your consentration
IT changes your mood
IT destroys your life

You should have thought, seen, heard everything
Well, shoulda', coulda', woulda'
Almost blind through the windshield
Lost control; headed aimlessly
On the wings of terror,
Your drug of choice guides you.

Head down at the wheel
A change of direction-
Sudden realization, and a hammer of distast hits.
No hope now; only regrets.
Three lives never seen again.