They howl like the laughter of forgotten gods, Fangs bared beneath chemical skies, Skin slicked with neon— A radioactive green that stains the dark. Their eyes are wide, Jaws locked in the terrible joy Of those who’ve seen the edge And chose not to turn back. The windshield warps and melts, A canvas of frost and fire, Blurring the line Between nightmare and celebration. Out there, the road recoils. But here, inside— Madness is welcome. Chaos invited. And the world burns a little brighter As they laugh in its face.