Death On A Train.

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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.

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February 19, 2013 05:08~Stay_Beautiful~20104

Very interesting with a specific flow that really works for it! The imagery is really good as well. Keep sharing!