Tire Stained Heart Poem by William Mowell

Miles of pavement scorned by rubber
Caused by renegades and ex-lovers
Out running a memory or the cops
Every one having slipped from the top

Six shooter or a broken heart
The end will be the start
This asphalt road looks black as night
A historic road, an endless fight

From the law or from a face
The skid marks give us a taste
The story is all too clear
The reason they came here

This is the spot where felons have fell
And lovers have felt the flames of hell
This is suicide lane as some have deemed it
The sudden dropp makes the name fit

At the bottom a make shift grave yard
Cars and bones stacked like a deck of cards
Some have come here to die
Others just missed the sign

Sharp turn, without warning
The family left mourning
Thousands have died on this lonely road
Now I ride with a heavy load

Tire stained hearts are all thats left
Another night, another theft