f5 goodbye

Quickly sped away, this is ridiculous ,I can still feel the rage,I am tired I need a rest,perhaps be arrested.I am paranoid cause I don't know how much time is left.I speed up ,then I slow down, driving in the darkness I feel no feeling of success ,all those victorious feelings are now repressed, still I motor along contemplating extreme accelerating,I start hyperventilating,I feel exhilarated hopelessly frustrated still I accelerate faster and faster, a faint light up ahead. I'm aware I'm headed for eminent disaster.Outlines on the horizon ,in the darkness I could barely make out several cars across the road.Police I assume,theres little time and even less room,for me, the cars, and a tree. Still I accelerate and they wait to see, if I ,the psycho,am really that crazy.Such fools the verdict is in, I have chosen my destiny ,I display a satisfied grin.The crash must have been terrific,horrific prolific, metal and glass,combustible gas spewing fire,flames growing higher.The journey is done. I'm done with the run,a helluva run, and lastly the death of a despondent lonely sick twisted neglected abandoned forgotten son...