DRIVE
I love the way you drive
It’s like the way you love, full throttle with the most reckless of intentions
The streetlights seem to bow and dim upon your approach, like sentries guarding the darkness ahead, signaling safe passage
Your kisses become comfort in the low lights of the dashboard, but I’ve never encountered someone with such passionate monsters
You chase your engine like an armed pilgrim, on the way to lay siege to the promised land, shrieking back into the disappearing landscape
What is it of rot and ruin, that pursues you with such wretched conviction?
As the icy road passes underneath with quiet caress, we barrel into a new dawn of deliverance, carrying the spark that will ignite the fires of reckoning
Where we will stand witness to the decline of the benevolence of slaughter
Horror Sleaze Trash 