Horrific death, you are closing in on me circling slightly towards the center 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.