Death On A Train.

By horrorfan2788 •
Blood races down the window
Keeping pace with the rain
Head against glass I rest
With a shot, a second of pain
A bitter peace I must confess
Slouched cold, dead on a train.
Body cruely shifts as my pockets are robed
Not a ouch of guilt, not a second glance or sob
Not a hesitation nor a evil grin
What a evil bitter world we all live in.
It seems like hours yet, no light to see
No ferryman to pay no savour for me
This train I will haunt indeed, indeed.