Broken glass, oil puddle

smell of gas, my brain is muddled

On my knees and I feel dead

Why’s there blood on my forehead?

Sirens blaring, can they come faster?

Ears are ringing, my head really hurts.

So I lay down, head on my arm

Safe and sound, out of real harm

Need some rest, I don’t feel so well

I’m such a mess, hope no one can tell.