It's a motorcycle crash.
It's dark, it's fall, I'm going home
It's out in Illnois, in the countryside
No one could have known
That a deer would come out from the side
and try to cross the road
In an instant blood and no time to scream
Skidding for a few hundred yards
Like a horrible dream
But it's real, my skin is torn off
All down my right side
Through the leather ripped like cloth
It was my last ride
Smoldering engine, tires burning,
my blood mixed with the dead animal's
We wait in silence, quietly yearning
for someone to find us
It takes time. I lose consciousness
I wake up in a hospital
I don't know who I am
I don't know who my wife is
I don't know who my child is
And we all have a long road ahead of us.
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