Faces appear,
highlights in the headlights,
cutting the mist
as we hit the lows.
They fleet through
windscreen view,
Distorted screams,
discordant constructs,
echoes that can be true,
but the screams that erupt
sound so real
as we drive
into the deepening blue.
Faces leer, bringing fear
to bloodshot eyes.
Deadlights in the low light
on this night of bad tides.
Wheels splatter mud,
struggling to grip,
This road feels evil.
No good can come
from this trip.
Faces from your
worst nightmares,
only now they are there,
created by the foggy air.
They appear in a blink,
into our reality they slip.
The link between dreams
and this supposed real life.
They appear,
in the slick veneer of night,
and disappear just as quick.
A trick of the light
playinh games on our fear?
Faces come near,
through windscreen they peer,
licking their crumbling lips,
inspiring fear.
Firing thoughts that never seem to end.
What could be waiting for us
around the next bend?
Faces loom close,
through misty car windows.
Fading vapours, yesterday echoes,
that swirl into the air.
Blink and you'd
forever be missed,
no one would ever
know you were there,
or that the faces exist.
Thanks for reading
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