I crossed mile after mile, but the ghost rode along.
I hit full speed, but the the darkness overtook me.
I tried to outrun it, but the silhoutte stayed ahead.
I reached the end of the road, and metal screamed before i could.
i rode the same bike for 13years now and counting. it has witnessed all versions of me, have been with me in all my bests and worsts moments. Idk...im being sentimental... im barely holding on, this bike keeps me sane...