Death Rattle (Slow)

Through an icy windshield White panoramas Cubic landscapes Crystal fractures Breaking off revealing Rude eyes gleaming lustily In the darkness Whining in the windows Crying in the wind When you roll the window down Wheel bearings spin Wailing like Prometheus Enduring somehow The unendurable The cold cold smell Of unfamiliar territory The taste of carbon Monoxide and fear Wheels locking Steel crunching Lungs releasing One last breath