Trust Me Poem by Stuart Logan

A Holden dusty ute,
Drives down the pitch black road.
The subtle engine mute,
Above the stones he strode.

A man with inky hair,
And his Golden eyed girlfriend.
Sit within the silent stare,
Hearts are on the mend.

She asks him to slow the car,
She still wants to be.
Racing to the horizon, so far.
He just says 'Trust me.'

The ute goes fast,
Deadly speed.
It won't last,
She'll never be freed.

She starts to fret,
The lines rush by.
But if she speaks,
He'll really fly.

She asks him to slow the car,
She still wants to be.
Racing to the horizon, so far.
He just says 'Trust me.'

The car hits two hundred,
And tyres scream.
When he hits the truck,
Life is just a dream.

She lay dead,
In the mans hands.
He swears revenge,
On all the lands.

But then he knows,
The fault was his.
The Jet black ute,
Lay in a ditch.

His face goes vague,
He kicks the truck,
The Truckie grabs a bat,
'You've pushed your luck! '

As the bat hits the mans blank face,
The stars seem to get close.
The man lay bleeding in a ditch,
And picks a blood red rose.

He crawls back to the girl, now dead,
And lay it by her cheek.
He dies next to her cold neck,
As his eyes start to leak.