Terror-Suicidist

The driver is grimly focused as the event
he has practised night after night in his
dreams through a desperate pantomime of
release from the demons that plague him
transforms a busy thoroughfare and the
shoppers thronging sidewalks into mere
objects obligingly placing themselves in
pre-arranged positions his vehicle veers
toward one after another as they are struck
down, crushed, pinned against walls
and though their mouths open wide in
paroxysms of screaming fear and their
eyes glaze into nothingness as their blood
splatters everywhere and they crumble
into senseless, briefly throbbing vessels
of searing pain, they are soon stilled and
no sound reaches the dimmed consciousness
of the man steering the vehicle toward yet
other victims, his attention fully engaged
in keeping accurate score, oblivious to
the pandemonium as traffic stops and
people disbelievingly view once-living souls
caught by the carnage themselves hardly
conscious of the high-pitched sound
of police vehicles assembling as the
blood-letting subsides and the killer pleas
repeatedly to be shot dead but there is 
no release for the man who asked
no permission from those whose lives
he took to enable him to claim his own.