The Train
The Train
By Kevin Robey
April 23, 2013
I already know what’s about to occur
Feeling like I've seen this all before
Addiction reducing time to a silent blur
Voices that wash my paranoia ashore
They don't hesitate, take time to hear me out
This rocketing train leaves destruction behind
Anarchy around, the insane decide the route
I asked for help once, but the angels declined
I look out broken windows through shards of glass
Dismayed that we are going nowhere, nowhere fast
The train has brought me to this perpetual impasse
Where pain is the future, present, and the past
Thrown to the wall as the train rounds a bend
Scenes replay again just the same as before
Cuts and bruises on hands that won't mend
Tears from my skin that seep out of my pores
They sit outside of the window and simply laugh
Point their crooked fingers and spit out viscous lies
My path is not a vector on one of their graphs
They lay me on the floor and put coins on my eyes
A dark ceremony for this twisted soul lost to light
Trembling in fear, I plead to them one last time
My cry for help yields their dark smiles of delight
Lifting the veil on their twisted masquerade design
The speeding train hurls itself into the infernal sunset
The fake faces fall behind as the world fades to grey
I lay out my cards; one last bet to settle my debt
Let the silence fill me up as my mind fades away
Rattling along the train grips the jagged rails
I look out the window and see nothing at all
It’s peaceful right now, I can finally exhale
Gripping the throttle I slow the train to a crawl
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