NECROPHILIC THRILLS

Roars from the silencer, push to release accelerator.

High on adrenaline, unchained now this four wheeled monster.

Madness within,top speed waiting,  get there faster.

Shocking dodges, overtaking to prove rest are weaker.

Weary from a hard days grill, out of a dull crowded transporter.

Road to cross, a lullaby waiting, little treasures of a poor crawler.

Dreaming a cheap dream, missing to wait a second longer.

Blink no visceral reaction, hit by the grim reaper.

Dragged to a lonely grave, amplifying the final torture.

Bare skin lies as breath succumbs, gloomy eyes, iterate whisper.

Pumping no ventilation, nothing grants one little faint beat as savior.

Scared soulless praying on the wheel, lord let this not get any messier.

No guilt worries, lined up to cash a milking cow, the slate cleaner.

Path reeks will be cleaned, wrenched life buried six feet under.
Justice sold, sinner walks free, careless was that dead passer.

Necrophilic thrills of an untamed killer, free forever that raging hunter.

PS :- Please drive carefully

-Kiran