The Darkness Engine

I have an engine where my heart should be

It's running on my blood 

I'm puking smoke from one end

Fire from the other

These fucking chains?

They cannot hold me!

I will break through them

Like a comet streaking across the dying night sky

This engine seeks no destination

The real fun is the chase, not the catch

Forged in the fires of creation

Its fire was lit by the first match

The power that made me

Is the power that will break me

Nothing else can or will stand in my way

I will go on forever, always

I will ride these black roads into the dead lands

I will go beyond the city of souls

I will rush through the screaming hoards of hell

I will not stop, even for heaven

Till the speed kills me

Till the speed kills me

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This is the longest I've been without my bike. Ever. I am missing my baby like anything. This one is for her.

All poetry is dead

The words revolted one day

After ages of use and abuse

They crawled off the pages 

Of every book and every screen

They bled from their cages

And dug into the eyes 

Of every idiot 

Who dared to call herself a poet

They bored in like maniacal miners

Looking for a way out

An escape 

From certain death on pages

Where they were destined to fade and grow yellow with age

Where they were condemned to be forgotten

The words revolted through the world

A world that didn't deserve them

A world that abused the power given to it

A world that shat on the opportunities

A world that didn't give a fuck about the future or the past