Pumpkin pie

The Grave Digger

A shovel over my shoulder, trudging along.
My only companion the moon and the lifeless souls beside me

I AM THE GRAVE DIGGER 

My nose flares from the stench of rotten corpses.
Maggots crawl under the skin of the decaying bodies.

MX extreme

As I turn the throttle my bike bursts out flying through the air, I get the flow. Yes. Then I realise I'm going too fast. I'll crash. Then it happens, my brain explodes into action; It had to be the barrel jump. 

Ben