Train

Salute the commander that is escorting
you to your death as the choking weeds
cry tears of mourning for your passing.

You march like a toy soldier, and the
vines wrap around your legs to keep you
marching in spot as your squad and
commander march away.

A crow laughs at you, "You're already an
adult, so now it's time to go catch the
gray train."

The crow laughs at you, laughing, laughing.

I'm a weed with no roots, I sob as I
clench my red wrist, screaming up into
the sky.

Come next terminal.

There is no train that will take me home
anymore, it's forever delayed.

So I beg, once more, love me anyway.
Darling, darling, darling, please don't
walk away from me again.

The vines yank me to the ground, breaking
down the barriers of my soul that held in
the pain as I cut away all worry.

Collapsing in the station, a black cat
whispering in my ear, "Why not have mercy
on yourself and just go on by foot?"