Walking down a street in he early morning
It is still dark
Lamposts still shine
Mist and fog in the air
Further down the road
I see headlights
From the rig of an 18 wheeler
Black
Orange lights on the roof
The truck starts to speed my way
I stand my ground
I can see an oversized chrome skull on the hood
The skull has blood red eyes
Shining bright and beaming my way
In the driver’s seat a skeleton wearing dark sunglasses
The cab is lit
So I can see the deathly driver clearly
I stand my ground
Firmly set in place
I could not move even if I wanted to
The truck speeds closer
Fire spits from its pipes
Flames over take the cab completly
Still it charges forward
Still I stand my ground
The truck speeds on
Toward me fast and strong
Just when I think it will make contact with my body
Killing me in an instant
The truck vanishes
Like it was never there
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