White hand stroking my face, clammy
Dead even as you wrapped your arm around me
"Lets go for a ride" you choked
Through green moss, dirt and all that that entails
"She said lets not go too fast" I whisper,
But in myself I know as I wrap my arms
Sink them even, into that half rotted flesh
The warmth of inside scaring off the teeth of the wind

"Your first time?" asks the helmet
And like so often in dreams I see your skull through it
Bleached. Is that how you went?
"You know that!" and a playful slap knocks a maggot ridden arm to the ground

"Dont fight it then" - Dreamlike, as dreams so seldom are
I felt it move beneath us
That lor grumble that forbids denial
And we were off
Overtake the death bus, unseen horror in a tow truck,
And even dare to flip off the family of betrayal and lies

"This is where I have to leave"
Thud of a finger hitting the wheel
"But you'll come back right"
The helmet shook

"Darling, the damned stay dead forever"