"caliing" poems
Miles go I seldom care.
None cross the path fear is adrug I need to exist.
The road my hunting ground night my world.
In my view the lights a becon caliing the road holds no mercy.
The weak shall be erased.
Im a dealer in pain.
Hell's highway calls me every mile is a battle of will.
Do you know my name?
speak it in fear of long nights traveling alone.
Souls matter none for it's the flesh I yern to own.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 3:41 PM UTC