Ramblings

The bed I sleep has become my coffin,
I was at the crossing eating my muffin,
Wondering how it even got there,
And wondering what they were,
I couldn't feel fear at that moment,
They were staring back at me at the bent,
Their eyes were drown with sorrow,
And I was feeling blue and mellow,
I waved at them,
There were no response from them,
Where am I?
I could not speak,
The air grows thinner every moment,
I'm trapped,
Let me out,
Maybe that's not what I thought.