The dark road

This road is made of teeth and tar,   It chews my feet and calls it love.   The sky above is just a scar,   Where God bled out and left no dove. The air here tastes of rust and rot,   Each breath I steal turns into debt.   I walk with ghosts I never caught,   They wear my face, they call me dead. My shadow hung itself that June   Left me to carry both our graves.   The trees are ribs, the wind a tune   Played on bones the earth enslaves. There is no dawn. There never was.   Just darker shades of endless night.   I’m not the one who walks because   I am the road, and I am the blight. Still no light at the end — just the road eating itself.