Cold Ones and Cars Don't Mix

vital signs declining by the minute freed by the jaws-of-life.

Metal monsters only as dangerous as the master's perception.

Smoke fills the air like flocking birds, how long till cinder perseus?

An abrupt symphony calls out with moments of chanting bells and velvet lights.

Reaching out past the beast's roar I feel waterfalls and angles touch.

What heaven is full of flame and icarus ash?.

Moving toward the light I find a lamp not a haven I find people not angels.

Sheets like elephant skin and robes like a roman I realize where I am.

Why was I saved? It was all my fault.