Laid myself across the tracks,
Liked the feeling of not coming back;
Vibrations down the line.

Engineering of my fate,
Wheels through ribs I’d lately wait,
But then, yes, you found me.

I’d wait, love, if I could,
Until you had unhooded my blood,
But the train is surely resounding.

I am terrible with knots.
The world is full of circles;
Yet only straight to a plot.