Crazy Train of Broken Skulls

The engineer pulls the whistle as the train leaves the station,
Rushing to leap upon the caboose of the runaway train,
Passengers stare through your soul with bloodshot eyes,
Mountains in the distances glimpsed through streaked, fingerprinted windows,
The conductor collects the ticket stubs for payment,
Your ticket was lost as you jumped to your last ride,
The tunnel has no light, waiting for the train to descend,
The fee to be paid is with blood, sweat, tears, & your unspoken fears,
When the long black Train comes to its final destination,
Yours is the soul left upon the hellbound train,
The last rays of light fall upon the shadow train,
The bile rises in your throat as you turn to the ghost from within,
Promises, oaths, & vows have lead to your date with infamy,
As the reaper boards to do as it was born, seperate the wheat & tares,
Behold as blackened wings unfurl to reveal the angel of death,
Your name hazy in the crystal, but sharp, engraved on the scythe,
Wicked gleam in the flame-filled eyesockets of the flessless skull,
You feel your heart begin to skip with grateful anticipation,
This date has been long-coming, ready for the chase to end,
Feel the blade upon your exposed neck as you cross the river of stix.