Train

by Rylee   May 23, 2005


A train is leaving
steaming for hell

rolling, screaming on those iron rails.

No angel's for passengers in black cars,
only those souls lost and scarred.

Destined to loneliness forever.

A journey down a track,
never looking back.

At sins from the past,
thrown to the wind
life that doesn't last.

Eternal silence,
speeding for the end of the line.

only to stop at the everlasting,
beginning of time.

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