my life of death

this is the day that I die. I've known for a while now. The sad thing is that I know how its going to happen too. I know when, where who's going to kill me. I know its going to be a man in his thirty's. He will be driving home from a late night at the office, driving fast so that he might be able to get home before his wife goes to bed.He wont see me stumbling across the street.... not until its too late.