Driving Through the Void Tonight

Midnight highway calls my name. City lights blow all the same. Neon signs reflect

on chrome. Empty streets I call my own. Concrete veins beneath my wheels.

Nothing here but how it feels. Street lights flashing one by one. Racing shadows,

chasing none. Driving through the void of night. Colors bleeding, wrong feels right.

Bass is pounding in my chest, no destination. No regrets, just me and

all these city ghosts. Lost in what I need the most.

Windows down, the air is cold. Stories that will stay untold.

Every corner holds a name. Every block looks just the same. Underground where no