Train

I reach somewhere beyond myself
In search of something more
I find distortion and worldliness
And all that I most abhor
A friend with mute intentions
A soulmate without a soul
So I'm waiting on the train
I've already paid the toll
Some children blessed with love
Some children cursed and cry
Myself, I was eleven years old
When that train first passed by
Ingesting a bottle of Dristan
And unconscious for three days
Slowly I began to wake up
In some very disturbing ways
If your presence won't affect them
Then your absence never will
Succomb to them or myself
To be killed or else to kill
Fascinated with those tracks
Representing a trip to peace
That's all I ever really craved
Was this insane chaos to cease
It's been such a very cold world
When you can see beyond it all
Your illusion is that your living
Then you hear that whistle call
I've seen that train many times
In the years that came and went
I've never stopped asking myself
Was it summoned or was it sent

©S. Austin Vincoski