"One-way Ticket, (Into the Setting Sun)."

Trestle can You take Me
far away from this Place...

Please

Far from these Empty,
redundant Normalities
that have made Me Who
I am Presently

Because, I know that this
isn't the, "Real Me,"

Such an Aching Craving
gnaws and consumes
within, clawing from the
insides towards the out,
to be Free

Let Me on Your Outbound
train
I have no Fare with which
I can Pay
But, what I do have are these
scars and these Pains;
These life-lessons of Stories
that make All Us, to be the...

Same

Would You Kindly take that
in Exchange

The Vacuous room that I'm in,
that Restricts My Breathing
has Me in a State of,

"Suspended-Animation,"

I,      
     "NEED TO KICK A FUCKING
           HOLE IN THE OZONE
    LAYER THAT'S SURROUNDING,"

And, ooze-out;
I, opt-out of this

"Release Me from this Atmosphere,"

So, "Mr. Conductor,"

Blessed "Charon; Ferryman,"

Would You Carry Me, Far Away
from this Place
I have no Fare with which I
can Pay
But, what I do have are these
scars and these Pains;
These life-lessons of Stories
that make Us All, to be the...

Same

Would You Mercifully take
that in Exchange

Cause, I've, "Done My Time;
I've Followed My Wynds and
My Whims and the things that
in this Stage of Life gave Me...

Pleasure

Could that be the Coin that
Covers My Eyes, that You
can See and that You Require
of All, by which to take Us in,
to the Abode of the Dead Within,"