It was slow,
The crunch of the metal,
The small throbbing glow,
It made my eyes start to settle.
Most were just screaming,
A few were ringing up the police,
A couple were even beaming,
But I just wanted the pain to cease.
The glass was like a covering,
The metal was piercing my back,
It seemed as if the car was hovering,
And all of the sudden time started to track.
Red and blue was flashing,
I was being put back together stitch by stitch,
But all I could hear was the crashing,
And it was all because of a switch