A feeling, a presence,
Time is of the essence,
A fear that you'll be left alone.
A warning, a presage,
Delivery of a message,
It's all there in the unknown.
Alerting, averting
It's all disconcerting,
Shots ring out from afar.
Swerving, observing,
The sound is a piercing screech
Of a speeding car.
It's your final journey!
Destination unknown...
On your final journey
You'll be travelling alone!
A pitching and rolling,
Sensation controlling,
You strike while the iron's aglow.
Sensing the danger,
One look from a stranger
Just pa**ing somehow you know.
Urgent, urgent,
Somehow it's all converging,
Your instincts tell you to run
Away from the blackness,
The fear and the madness,
Onwards into the sun.