I get in my car with no thought,

Except where am I going?

But thats the only thought I get.

Then, nothing.

Blue.

Black.

Grey.

White.

Foam.

Pain in my head, chest.

Where am I going?

It's cold and I open my eyes.

I know where I'm going.

In the river, my own life drags me under.

This drive will end soon.

And death will become me.