Death Train

You've thrown me over the edge of the highest peaked cliff imaginable. As I spiral further down, my outer shell gets roughed up by sticks and stones until my body is disfigured beyond recognition as if I'd been torn apart and restitched together by a confused child. Will I ever hit the bottom? And then it happens, I'm slammed to a standstill. I don't know if I can make it out, I'm so terribly down on myself. Do I have the strength to save myself? At least go halfway to safety? I'll try. But the only way to go is by crawling, dragging my nearly lifeless self along the railroad tracks that no one seems to come across unless they want to hide away and wait for death. The track eventually runs into a tunnel I must get through to receive any chance of comfort. But so many have died on this very set of tracks. Can I make it? I'll try. I'm gripping the cold, hard ground. Struggling to continue on as each and every movement, even tiny, cuts deep in me as if slashed by the gory blade of a masked offender as I move along the rugged tracks. I'm almost under the cover of the tunnel. Oh God what's that sound? A train? Of course. Along comes the train. The train constructed by all the grim gray deaths that have been committed along these very tracks. Chugging, chugging, chugging along. Way faster than any pace I can produce. The very structure of this train is held up by malicious spirits. The steel walls are formed by the souls of all those who've laid out on the tracks and awaited their brutal deaths they so longed for. I do NOT want to become an etched soul in that steel. But it's coming for me. I can hear it's whistle, and in its sound one can hear all the cries of the dead ever screamed aloud, formed into a single sound so evil it must've been the work of the devil himself. But wait!... I see a light. A light at the end of the tunnel. Hope. There's still hope for me yet. I'll be there. Just wait for me.