Wanna Race?

The evil flows so silently tonight. My veins are pumping. The booze is there. But I feel no draw. No end. No, …Next. It doesn’t matter. It never has. But the evil is there. It always has been. Do I like it? Do I need it? Do I care about it? No one thinks of himself or herself in the face of IT so you can never attain a personal outlook on this.
Basically, we race unwittingly towards the finish line, blind to the scenery and oblivious to the competition. Pity. I bet we look good with the attempt.