Death On A Train., by horrorfan2788 Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2013-02-13 10:03:09 UTC

This poem has no votes yet. To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.

2013-02-19 05:08:17~Stay_Beautiful~20104
Very interesting with a specific flow that really works for it! The imagery is really good as well. Keep sharing!