Vampires on the Winshield
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008Bloodspots on the windshield, racing is my heart, Darkness has enveloped me, my mind is falling apart. A few miles back I noticed a truck closing behind, Then headlights in my mirror making both my eyes go blind. The next thing I remember was a crashing at the rear, Just after that I lost the road, and somehow wound up here fallen angels. Then laughter from the darkness, through the glass I see a shape, I realize at once that I have no means of escape. A voice shouts from above me as I wrestle with my fears. A flashlight scours the window, then at once a face appears. With eyes born from the devil, they stare hauntingly at me, So cold yet fired with hatred, filled with pure insanity. I try to fire the engine that had just this moment died, A face bangs hard against the glass to find a way inside. I hear something move on the roof, then bang upon the door, I feel this is the end for me, the future is no more. How many of these freaks are waiting patiently outside, Illuminated victim, there is no where I can hide. All I see are spotlights that are shining on the car Manic voices taunt me and I don’t know who they are. What is going on here? what is in this crazy place? I know there’s someone watching, but I cannot see their face. Then I hear a scraping sound, then next, lost