The Train

As I sit waiting with tears

I look back for a moment

But I'm too numb to think

The darkness of my past

The blood around my wrists

Holding a ticket to my escape

Waiting for the train to arrive

My only friend feared by all

On his way to pick me up

Holding up my things

A shattered heart

With an hollow soul

Then a spirit torn to shreds

I walk towards the train

With a quick look

Only to see no one or nothing

I'm comforted and greeted onto the train

I take my lonely seat near a window

There watching the train journey into a dark tunnel

At least death was nice to leave a goodbye card for me.