They scream at the world through shattered glass, Twin echoes of defiance and dread. Their sunglasses hide nothing— Eyes like black holes swallowing the sky. The windshield bleeds streaks of frost and fury, The engine snarls beneath layers of rusted ice. Outside, the road disappears, Buried in snowdrifts that look like gravestones. The car rattles forward, a red coffin on wheels, Driven by something between vengeance and lunacy. Their mouths are wide, teeth bared, As if laughter and rage are the same damn thing. Somewhere far behind them, the past melts like old film, Its reels unspooling into white noise. But here, inside this metal beast, They roar into the void— And the void, for once, listens.