Locked in the trunk
My shocks hit violently
Old and tattered
I'm used to this calamity

Up and down
With no remorse, nor quandary
You break ever more
As you hit violently, repeatedly, upon the tattered upholstery

The destination we reach
Without haste, nor speed
We travel together, but seperate
Because you soiled my creed

This destination we reach
Under moonlight lit
Your realization brings me pain
But I will not show it

I release you to the night
And I watch as you plead
I pull the trigger slowly
Once squeezed, I watch you bleed