Strange Days

Green faces grin like broken masks, Fingers raised in fractured peace. A carnival spills inside the car, Where shadows smear the laughter thin.

The driver hums, a ghost in a trance, Eyes hidden under neon streaks. Beside her, silence leaks, As green hands paint the air with noise.

Outside, the night forgets itself, Drenched in black, and bleeding light. But the car carries on, A vessel for dreams no longer human.