The Dooms door

O my son o my son,
whispering comes from his beloved,
Tears of sorrow rolling down the cheeks in front of the lifeless body.
People questioning the reason for the lifelessness.
It was a youth boy filled with enthusiasm,
A excited boy,the powered up engine,
And a pair of tire rapidly rotating,
Carried away by the thrill of speed,
Not knowing that it was leading to the death's door,
Crashing into Woods in a bend road.
The boy soaked in blood,
Knowing his own life coming to an end,
Unable to move,
Unable to take in the life supporting gas,
All of a second comes dashing his childhood memories of his beloved once,
His eyes filled with lacrima mortis.
The boy and his vehicle comes to an end.
The thrill of speed and the enthusiasm being a regretfull moment of his beloved by losing him forever.