Peace Orchestra - Who Am I?

Light stains mark the face of this night. It is a night made of monochrome. A night with flashes of neon. A night with a hint of copper. A night with the grace of a whisper. This is a darkness that drives us, a darkness of the damned.

The road leans forward with a longing for distant places. It urges me to taste the excitement of emptiness. A pristine ribbon of black illuminated in alternate bands of yellow. The beast under me purrs with delight. A wicked laughter erupts in its depths and passes into me as a shiver down my spine.

The clouds rush to cover the face of the moon. It is cold. A bracing cold that is refreshing. I grin behind my mask of metal. It is time.

First gear. The beast growls with an undercurrent of a whine behind the baritone. It grips the road with its black claws and hurtles forward. The white lines rush forward and disappear beneath me. There is the wind picking up. I embrace the night with my gloved hands.

Second gear. The road becomes a continuous streak of black. The sound of the beast echoes off the buildings bordering the road. We hold the darkness between our throbbing hearts. I snake past hulking wagons and shivering cars.

Third gear. Acceleration is the key to annihilation of the senses. A mad need for speed cripples caution. Gears grip, mesh and release.

Fourth gear. There is a roar in my ears. The roar of blood and wind. Surroundings dissolve into a rapid blur beyond my narrow zone of focus. The road is a black hole on the edge of the universe. The beast has settled into a steady drone that rumbles through my body. I whip past silent intersections and flash past sudden bends in a graceful curve. It is an exhilaration of speed and sensation. The neon washes over my mask in an intense shade of yellow.

The world is an empty road egging me on. I’m drenched in a curling wave of adrenaline. The numbers on the console mean nothing. Lights blink in the faint hope of arresting this mad dash. But it is too late. The beast has taken control. I give in without wondering where it is leading me. It is the journey that counts, not the destination. We are united. In one insane instant we pass into the darkness past the shadows cast by the pylons into a world where raw speed is the only answer left.