toxins in the air, a greyish mist covers the nights stars...
crossing from sidewalk to sidewalk on a street void of cars...
but with the peeling and screeching around corners, he comes...
spotlights they freeze me, slowly he hits me, quickly he runs...
with a thud he lifts me, for a second, i am the toxin in flight...
red blood splatters upwards to paint a pictureon the night...
but it falls down just as i did, sprawled on paved streets...
staring up at the sky, feeling trampled under the devils feet...

-flying-