Horrific death, you are closing in on me 
Circling silently towards the centre of the earth 
The rails lead the way, night and day 
Black tracks ahead 
I keep my eyes on you 
Keep you in sight from a distance 
And join in the carousel movements 
Afraid, awed 
Beholding the ghost-like smoke 
I grow tired as the weary wheels go round 
Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me 
I droop like snowdrops and wither 
Wait for your horrid hands to extend 
And touch my white-stained arms of love