life is just one long car ride

the angel of death
is always beside me
I am not sure why

in fact he is sitting beside me
right now
and I can't help thinking
of that blue oyster cult song
which isn't very comforting

it reminds me of long car rides
as a child
where I sat in the backseat
car sick
smelling my parent's cigarette smoke
hoping that the wind from the
rolled down window
would carry me away

his face is
a smiling skull
I have seen him with a scythe
and without a scythe 
his wings like black fire

sometimes he just appears as a shadow
behind me
his hand on my shoulder

now that I have made friends
with my demons
maybe I should just learn to 
hang with the grim reaper
he certainly seems to like me

at night when I hear the ghosts
calling
he never leaves me alone
our bond is a thousand years old

he knows I am drifting
so he tells me 
that life is just one long
car ride
and maybe it is time
to think about parking

in the candle light
his face is grim
his mouth a cave
that I want to explore