"An Answer to why there are empty seats on the train..."


Th night stretching out
into a black velvet void
Engulfs me as
a whole
And destroys me
From the inside,
While keeping
my soul
For it's own.
The saddness of
this train
with it's lack
of velocity
Dances across the
pre-laid tracks
unbudging form
it's Destination
helplessness fill
the Soul
a rush of fear
& hatered
against the
traveled course
The ink black
Eats away
At the hatered
And Amplify's
the fear
Until there is
nothing but
regret for
coming here





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