Saturday, March 19, 2011

Faith To Fall

Standing on the edge of the abyss,

I take the leap,
Nothing more that a meek step,
Who knows how deep.

Moving at the speed of light,
The wind rushes past
My chest overwhelmed with fear
Nothing on which to grasp

Pushing the pedal to it's limit
Turn the volume high
Staying within the white street lines
Flying too fast to cry

My heart is full of fear
My blood pumps in my ears
My hands an empty grasp
The wind is rushing fast
I can't catch my breath
I'm sure to meet my death
This is the end of me
I feel I'm falling free


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About Sash

People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the naughty, biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)