Shadow Train of Death

As often as the wind still blows, It stays constantly in my mind. How many days are left? Who knows? Today and tomorrow not promised nor signed. Signed for a contract called for life, Not even with the promise of some words. Amongst the many nights of strife, I've worn bandages for my cuts and burns. War wounds that thus let's me know, That I can't just let go now. At the end of the day it clearly shows, The defeat as my head nervously bows. So weak from all the tourment, Lacking with so much dispair. Misery, I don't want to keep moving. I see there's no point for me here. So heavy with all the depression, With gloom I'm permantly anchored. No where to run when it leaves the station, The train of ruin, migh as well climb aboard. So sweetly I'm tempted with the kiss of death, I pushed long enough, I promise I did try. I was poor in life, but with the riches and wealth, I must now say my final "Good-Bye". The train leaves at midnight