Tires of Death

I was swimming in my own blood,

gagging clumps of blood out of my throat.

A monster truck had slowly ran over my fat legs.

The crunch of the bones sent chills up my spine.

My skin was flattened like dough,

Dark blood jumped out like a sprinkler.

My arms were forced to the tar by fear,

My screams were blocked from choking on warm blood.

There was no way to escape,

I was meeting my painful fate.

The engine roared to life for the final time

My tears fed the weeds underneath my face.

I guess I could save the dying weeds from the blazing sun.

Pathetic how I can only save weeds, not humans.

The tires were coming closer and closer.

Sad how my life was spent away with worthless sex.

Flirting on the streets just to make cash.

I guess a prostitute like me would never live a happy life.

The only thing that made me happy was orgasms and money.

As my final thoughts raced through my head the tires stopped.

I lifted my bruised head to see the tires face to face.

Then, with his crooked smile on his face.

My costumer smashed the tires into my face.

As if that was painful.

I was stuck as a ghost in that horrifying highway,

Watching that Necrophyte fuck my body.