Bloodspots on the Windshield
Bloodspots on the windshield, racing is my heart,
Darkness has enveloped me, my mind is falling apart.
A few miles back I noticed a truck closing behind,
Then headlights in my mirror making both my eyes go blind.
The next thing I remember was a crashing at the rear,
Just after that I lost the road, and somehow wound up here.
 Then laughter from the darkness, through the
glass I see a shape,
I realize at once that I have no means of escape.
A voice shouts from above me as I wrestle with my fears.
A flashlight scours the window, then at once a face appears.
With eyes born from the devil, they stare hauntingly at me,
So cold yet fired with hatred, filled with pure insanity.
I try to fire the engine that had just this
moment died,
A face bangs hard against the glass to find a way inside.
I hear something move on the roof, then bang upon the door,
I feel this is the end for me, the future is no more.
How many of these freaks are waiting patiently outside,
Illuminated victim, there is no where I can hide.
All I see are spotlights that are shining on
the car
Manic voices taunt me and I don't know who they are.
What is going on here? what is in this crazy place?
I know there's someone watching, but I cannot see their face.
Then I hear a scraping sound, then next, there is a knife,
I see the glint of metal as I panic for my life.
A thumping noise around the car, my hands
begin to shake,
How did I end in Psycho-ville, my last and worst mistake.
A howling wind blows through the night, a cold sweat on my skin,
I end up in a game of death that I can never win.
Shadows dance across my eyes, I scream a silent sound,
I need to find some help here, but there's no one else around.
A knocking sound upon the door, then
suddenly a shatter.
Why fight with fate, its all too late, no longer does it matter.
A hand reaches to grab my throat, I slide down to the floor,
I offer my last prayer to god, and try the keys once more.
It turns for maybe once or twice, then suddenly kicks in,
Who ever said "there is no God", this fight I might just win.
I blindly search to find the gear, then
throw it in reverse,
It's time I taught this devil what it means to truly curse.
This is the one way out for me, my only given chance,
"Ok you Psycho Bastard, lets just see how well you dance"
I push down on the gas, while trying hard to keep from sight,
A chance so slim, yet all I have, the wheels begin to bite.
I move myself back up, and try to reach and
grab his hand,
I have to somehow make this work, no second scheme is planned.
With all my strength I hold him, as the car start's moving back,
Then suddenly, I hear a tear that's followed by a crack.
Into the night I rush at speed, then turn the car around,
I grasp the wheel, and shift the gears, head back to higher ground.
I hear the daunting screams outside, they
cry out in defeat,
I look around to find there's something lying in the seat.
Reality awakens me, no wonder he was pissed,
Before me lies a hand that has been torn off at the wrist.
As soon as I have gathered speed, my foot flat to the floor,
I take hold of this graying flesh, and hurl it out the door.
So many miles ahead of me, such horrors fill
my mind,
As long as I can loose this hell, and leave it all behind.
I guess my time was not to be, at least nowhere round here.
I leave behind my dice with death, and take with me the fear.
Forever I will have to live this scene, and pay the cost,
This mind of mine now stained and broken, ever to be lost.
What soon will be a memory, far somewhere
out of sight,
A bloodied hand rolls in the dust, a shape lost in the night.
What crazy world is this we have, what monsters we create,
I try to loose these thoughts I have, though now its much too late.
I never will be rid of this, though somehow I must try,
Yet know inside this nightmare will be with me till I die.
My eyes look straight ahead, I see the dawn
begin to show,
The miles pass with the night, but still a long way left to go.
A desert breeze sings to me as I face this lonely drive,
There's bloodspots on the windshield, but at least I am alive...
Copyright Alexander February 1999
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