Ride with me

A Poem by Ghiasquared

High speed death with adrenaline in tow,
Trusty steed of 'glass and metal,
Pumping liquid gold in air.

Lives flashing by with glimpses of horror,
Destination unknown on demented journey,
Blurred tunnel envelopes vision.

All fear but a distant memory,
Lights and noise distantly follows,
Spinning wings above chase death.

Life has relinquished itself,
Reason is no longer king,
Today we ride, reaper and me.