Racing down the mountain side
A winding highway in the rain
More flight than pleasure ride
Surely I was insane
The light was getting dim
If only my brakes weren’t so worn
My plight looking grim
Would they find my body in the morn?
Photo by vxla
What lies beneath the painted mask? A heart of black, a soul of glass? Sharpened teeth and rotted tongue, Come on kids, let’s have some fun!
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes. She was throwing up. One of the guys laid passed out on the ...
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests. The blood washed in my head, a tidal ebb and flow with each be...
