the devil

The devil rides my accelerator Plain as the death grin in the rear-view mirror Screaming in lightning while molesting gear changes Sweating monoxide through my air Blazing into holy funeral bone fire Crushing nature beneath my radial steel The devil rides my accelerator

When its over…

It was one of those stormy nights again. She looked out at the night sky, her head resting against the plane of glass, its cool surface refreshing her. She was glad she was inside, sheltered from the weathers brewing hostility. It felt good she wasnt the only one suffering, there had to be someone out… Continue reading When its over…

I am.

I am the wind that blows through the treesI am the lightning that strikes twiceI am the fire that burns the skyI am the air that no one breathsI am the water that is still pureI am the earth that is untouchedI am the scent no one can smellI am the moon that only one… Continue reading I am.