Senses

Strange poem

Feel the floor, under your feet,
Every touch, every heart beat,
That sacred bond, which can't be broken,
That secret knowledge, which remains unspoken.

The lights hit your eyes, you can not see,
It swivels and twists, you wish to flee,
Yet you can't, you're frozen there,
Your pupils dilate, a fearful stare.

You taste the blood,
You feel it roll,
You hear the crash,
Your life pays the toll.

The screaming comes,
The flames to follow,
The engine hums,
The smoke is hollow.

Your eyes close,
You draw your last breath,
You've been in a car crash,
Now you're meeting death.