Horrific death, you are closing in on me | |
Circling silently towards the centre of the earth | |
The rails lead the way, night and day | |
Black tracks ahead | |
I keep my eyes on you | |
Keep you in sight from a distance | |
And join in the carousel movements | |
Afraid, awed | |
Beholding the ghost-like smoke | |
I grow tired as the weary wheels go round | |
Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me | |
I droop like snowdrops and wither | |
Wait for your horrid hands to extend | |
And touch my white-stained arms of love |