Speed

the breeze that takes your breath away.
the smell of the dirty ashtray.
The need.
for speed.
the blinding lights,
probably had a few to many drinks that night.
the threating impact.
the world suddenly went abstract.
the smoke went up, all gray in colour.
the weight got heavier by the hour.
i couldn't move and couldn't see.
no one heard my plea.
so the light shone down and called my name.
it took my soul with it's flame.
that was when the light died out.
and i was gone.