Lurking Fear

Isolation of the wicked man,
with his back hunched and fingers curled.
He sleeps alone in his house at night,
and curls his lip as he passes by.
Snarling at the kids at play,
and wearing black on sunny days.
Isolation of the wicked man,
his scraggly hair, fading and wind blown.
He has wrinkled skin and coal black eyes,
the burn into you as you greet him.
He roams his debtors house of pain,
their lifesblood he drains.
Isolation of the wicked man,
his money turned him from the earth.
No mirth.
Isolation of the wicked man.

Gas tank is full and car is striving ever to go faster still
My hands on wheel and I am driving listening to my engine shrill
My foot is lead and it is pushing heavy pedal to the floor
Heart is pounding hand is reaching trying to open the drivers door
trees are flying, road is rushing past the fractured window glass
I jump out and tumble quickly as my foot blasts on the gas

tumble turning road is burning ripping on my face and skin
breaking snapping, bones are cracking as give off one final grin

driving.

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