As time slows down around me,
My thoughts start to surround me.
It's to late I know,
To make it slow.
I did my best,
To pass this test.
The belt locks,
The car rocks.
The bags deploy,
The door destroyed.
I can hear my music faintly,
As though my phone was dainty.
The car it smells of gun,
It makes me want to run.
Dazedly I search the wreckage,
To find my phone and send a message.
I panic as it all processes,
Panic and fear now possesses.
I make the call,
To save it all.
A final cry,
From a desperate guy.