I knew that it would come to this curious end,
pulsating lights move in spiral lines of red,
now they cease their infinite vague twists that bend.
Moved along the wicked maze of signs which read,
‘Danger! Warning! Danger!’ they bled everywhere,
I saw them-a million times- yet now I’m dead.
Faint grey ghastly figures surround me and stare,
their sullen faces relieved that its not them,
I could know what happened, but how could I bear?
Freedom from drudgery, and free from mayhem,
these few breaths of worldly peace as I succumb.