Dead

Two bright lights,
Staring into my eyes,
I cant see whats coming to me,
Am scared alright.



They start as a speck,
And keep growing in size,
Am a village boy,
The weather is too dry.


I don't know,
If the specks are getting closer,
Or am I walking towards,
But I still keep staring.


In an instant,
Everything ends,
The train rolls over me,
And I am dead...