The Daily Ritual

I run as hard as I could to catch the last home going train
the western sky is filled dark red of the down going sun
its called nights daily ritual that a while ago begun
I jumped in and bow my head down to hide my endless pain

my darkened eyes are feeling heavy and I slowly drift away
I start to fall a sleep of all the energy I spend this day
I slowly start to dream about my own dark fearful life
as something silently put next to me a new sharpened knife

thunder strikes and wakes me up of my own endless dream
there's no one left inside and darkness just surrounded me
rains rivers rolling over the window slowly fall and stream
the outside now is blackened nothing out there I could see

left alone I suddenly was in this empty ghostly train
it felt as it wont stop but keeps driving through the rain
the cold misty darkness let day made place for night
a feeling came upon me which filled me up with fright

tears now are falling from darkest fears deep within
slowly drip and drip to caress my cold whitened skin
horrible screeching sounds I hear made by this old rusty train
howling wind and rain together starts driving me insane

finally the train reached his end and the lights went out
doors now went open as fearful tears roll down my mouth
filled with fright I step outside only darkness I could see
i fall down my knees and scream why this is happening to me

the train doors close and it slowly disappears in the night
something brought me here for a reason that I still not know
the endless pain inside my mind tries to take away my light
darkness is now showing me the only road that I can go

death now has written everywhere in my fearless mind
now that I know what's coming there's nothing left to find
the endless dream finally ends, death now wants me to disappear
I slit my throat with a knife and dripping blood is all I hear

the endless dream finally ended up in my worst nightmare
a nightmare bout a world that doesn't want my life to share
not only death stopped my endless dream it also took my life
and no one would ever know who gave me the for death asking knife

I ran as hard as I could to catch the last home going train
the sky now is blackened no beam is showing from the sun
its called deaths daily ritual that a while ago begun
as I fall down in my pool of blood to finally stop the pain