Twisted metal wreckage

Broken glass and melted steel

Crumpled up like paper

I’m still trapped behind the wheel

No jaws of life to save me

No rescue truck in sight

Suspended in my madness

Darkness day and night

The smell of gasoline

As it trickles past my view

Surely to ignite

And engulf me when it’s through

The only proof of my existence

The only sign that I was there

Are the deep and ragged skid marks

And the scars the road shall bear