Curl Up and Die - .Crrust

Headlight is Headlight at the end of the tunnel

A beam of something inevitable

I tried to run but soon stopped

And curled up on the splitter

There’s no point in dodging that stare

Headlight is the way

Headlight is your way up.

A thousand contractions within a blink of an eye

It’s like a tidal wave of past, present and future

and all the feelings piled up into one big moment of truth

I shut my eyes tight and ask myself

Why am I so.