Peril
The storm of life
I sleep in the darkness
Packed into the pitch black
Inside a coffin crushed under the pressure under the dirt

I always thougt I would go in some car crash
On a long highway  
In the middle of the afternoon
Some perilous rush hour
Daily commute

Or in some great battle as a king
Killing my ten thousands
Covered in dirt and grime
A hero of people

But I died alone
Lying in this bed
Waiting for my kids
Who never visit