Of a Dead Man

Writing from the perspective of if I had died in the accident. If I had chose the passenger seat, such would be the case and it haunts me, and will continue to haunt me, that I did not.

I hopped in the passenger seat,

Didn’t expect much to happen,

Of course there was a thrill,

Oh, but thrill was my sin.

 

Through dark streets,

Lit up by police-lights,

Through the haunting sirens,

I held on too tight.

 

Outrunning the law,

I had some moral reason,

For we were just being kids,

And I was punished as if treason.

 

Sinking into my seat,

Sinking, sinking, sinking,

Falling into some abyss,

The darkness I wasn't capable of thinking.

 

Blackness, stillness,

It swallowed me whole,

I understood my mortality,

And I had realized my toll.

 

At the speed of light,

At the speed of sound,

At the gate of eternity,

For Death I was bound.

 

Why did I choose this seat?

Why did I choose this car?

Through the cracks in the windshield,

My corpse went awfully far.

 

Remember me kindly,

Forget me soon,

I love you all,

Find me in your own doom.