Fast Lane to Darkness

by Theo   Mar 5, 2006


He flipped his shoes,
up off his feet.
A sigh of relief,
A blow of defeat.

He cried for hours,
the memories last.
The killing is happening,
the sound of the blast.

The shattering sound,
it re-dropped the ball.
The poisonous sting
the smell of alcohol.

The dangerous burst,
of metal to glass.
The glorious burning,
of a tank full of gas.

He pushed on the petal,
and with one final shot.
The road had survived,
but his soul did not.

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    by KaSuMi

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    by BeeBeeGun

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    by dancer

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