A demon drives
The hearse of my existence,
My soul in the coffin,
Despite my resistance.
A corpse in a coffin,
But somehow alive,
Driven by a demon,
Down I - 95.
Throttle wide open,
Wind freezing my soul,
We never slow down,
But must pay the toll.
It cackles and shrieks,
Taunting me to bend.
I must defeat,
This demon within.
Consumed with rage,
At the thought it could win,
Hate helps me engage,
And battle again.
I'll kick this demon aside,
Come whatever strife,
Won't keep it inside,
'Gonna take back my life.
No, I won't get out,
Or go along for the ride,
I'm killing it,
Then I'M 'gonna drive.
A/N: In penning this, I ended up with two versions.
This is the tame, censored version.
The other version is longer and more hellish.
It would fit well in the "Horror" genre.
It is elsewhere in this book with the same title.
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