Crouched against an icy wind:
the motor howls a banshee wail
my metal demon rends the night
blazing an uncharted trail
choices flashing left and right
Rushing blindly through the dark:
the road to anywhere before
faster, flying through the gloom
life adheres to plan no more
racing headlong to my doom
Clinging to a metal steed:
turnings taken without thought
follow pathways without name
when all order leads to naught
all roads to hell look just the same
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Crouched against an icy wind:
the motor howls a banshee wail
my metal demon rends the night
blazing an uncharted trail
choices flashing left and right
Rushing blindly through the dark:
the road to anywhere before
faster, flying through the gloom
life adheres to plan no more
racing headlong to my doom
Clinging to a metal steed:
turnings taken without thought
follow pathways without name
when all order leads to naught
all roads to hell look just the same
"The longer you wait, the slower you get." -- Stroker Ace
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