Long black shadow

Follows me in wait

I hear the hum of its power

Its vibrating with hate

Its shaking with intent

And its harbouring ill will

A functional moral compass

It didn't help to instill

So im pointed onwards

Towards another abject act

My hands are on the wheel

But my conscious is in the back

The blood didnt stain the leather

But I can still see it in the mirror

Everyones on top of each other

To fight off loneliness here

This shadow made me darker

And with the seatbelt im tying off

Always searching for an out

Acting hard and shaming soft

The shadow rumbles deeply

This had become my obsession

My shadow isnt metaphorical

Its a town car from 87