"Driving:By J.J.B"

I'm driving down the high way,
Going 200 over the speed limit.
I close my eyes,
Put my foot to the metal
And then I hear it,
The sound that signals my last moment,
My very last second,
On the mortal plain that is earth.
The screech of what I know to be
destiny in its truest form.
A bang follows the screech,
Pain follows the Bang,
Ripping through my body,
Like a thousand carving knife,
Tracing my skeletal structure.
Suddenly I see only a sea of black
a impenetrable darkness
and I feel nothing at all
Thus proving that my life speed away from me,
just like my driving.