Crashing Machines

Two machines crash and burn with me inside
In this situation there is nowhere to hide
Metal crushing around my limbs
Glass breaking and slicing my skin
The smell of copper and gasoline
I don’t know how to get out…..much less leave

Tires slipping on the wet asphalt
Like an ice skating ballerina
Get ready for the fight of “whose fault?”
In this mess can we actually find a winner?

There is no avoiding this
You’ve broken my machine
How do you expect me to move around?
This thought makes me sick

Flashing lights wake me from this daze
Is this real? I’m stuck in a numb haze
Don’t ask me questions
It’s not sunken in yet, I haven’t gotten the memory set
Can I blame the road? The path I was on was not for me.
I am a victim of this out of control machine