Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Delayed Reaction

I had a bit too much to drink,
Walking home very late at night.
With gin bottle, I'm pickled pink.
I stop there in the road to light
A cigarette, and think I heard
A loud train whistle nearby blast.
Then it all happens quick and blurred,
As the freight train goes zooming past.
I must have been right on the track.
But then I get up from the ground,
And slowly do make my way back
Home, where I pass out, sure and sound.

Sober, I wake up in my bed,
But cannot move, 'cause I am dead.