Along The Broken Road

Along The Broken Road

Gear box rickety, breathing uncontrollably

The sound that every human dreads

the sound of their final breath

In slow motion i see light, bright light

the soon to be broken light

gust of wind that comes from behind

throwing my car onto the opposite side

life flashes, before my eyes

my car's now driving, towards the light

Crash

The final breath my lungs take in

no pain, no exhale, nor suffering

I feel bad for keeping you waiting

as i lay here, soul slowly fading

the ring in my pocket, that has broken to pieces

my chances of survival, it quickly decreases

body cold, death taking hold

as i lay dead along the broken road