The red lights

She rode the bus on the highway,

Uncertainity breezing along.

She couldn't care more or care less,

That had to be the spirit of the song.

The red lights welcomed her in,

Was that the first sign of sin?

His caress bought a quiver, a smile on her lips,

No, she said to herself, heart got miffed. 

Brain did a rewind,

Replayed the rules of the trade. 

All is fair in love and war,

She tried explaining to fate. 

Laughed at was she, and heavily humiliated,

Every night however, it was still the same red. 

How could her heart beat, how could she dare to feel,

...And so on played the cruel movie reel. 

Sadistic pleasure for one, immense sorrow for the other,

For some - a movie, just another. 

One fine day, she couldn't take it anymore,

The bus went over, all around blood gore. 

The red lights went white

And so did she.. 

Divorced from the pain, eternally.