Let me know if you like this. I wrote it while sitting in the car listening to a train in the distance. Death Attack Lonely whistle kindred heart. Endless crossings from the start. Hot ashen tears see-thru scars. Ridin’ nowhere inside cars. Pressure’s squeezin bottom drops. Gray horizons just won’t stop. Rough turbulence hard to breathe. Lost in clouds where souls freeze. Set adrift and given up. Can’t find home port bunk or cup. Sails are damaged compass bent. Can’t find North or where life went. And Baby I’m sorry that it got this far; got so far that now I’ve no going back. There’s no hope left for one such as me; stumbled and fallen off life’s proper track. Now it’s nothin’ but a death attack.