How would it be the feeling of death
The Curiosity soaked deeper every breath
I dint want to die, I dint hate to live,
I loved myself enough more than said.

I lay on the iron rails too numb to ponder
Blown by the feeling that filled my mind
Brutal, Ruthless, were words I had heard
Never fealt the need to explore the unsaid.

Right there in my eyes death stared at Me,
I couldn't feel the pain, nor Fear scared Me,
Was I wrong? Am I right? too late to think
A minute more and am no better than bread.

The rush of blood, it felt so nice
The next very moment I was restless as mice
It was bright sunlight and now its dark
Broken into parts, I sure shud be dead.