Sometimes I just want to run away into the night


...and hopefully die.

Moped Engine Head- by: unknown forgotten

I pulled a sprocket from my bag
And re-geared my life for fast speeds and downhills
The pipe and exhaust and body were tuned and sound
My carburator heart was pumping gas like it never had
And the piston in my head worked so hard
I lost my mind
The change from the tightly wound chain
And small furry of turning spokes I could no longer handle
This newly aquired speed built up and took control
Turned the world into an unstoppable blur of lights
And the speeds I reached were more than I could take
Right before I hit that car and died a horrible death
I had realized I forgot to reattach the brakes