Grinding Against the Rails
Shadows dance atop both the cement and asphalt, moved by the flicker of the lights hanging above them.The scent of rubber and encroaching humidity arrests my attention and steals away the quiet.My eyesight flies between the stars in the sky, on a pilgrimage to a single northeastern light.Those pitiable moths, ensnared by their dreams, fly towards the open flame and burn ‘til nothing’s left.
In the station at the dusk of life, holding a one-way ticket to nowhere.I only hope that this bullet train is on a non-stop course to hell.
Dog bones lay strewn among summer flowers next to fresh time-stamped corpses.Throat stricken with heavy bronchitis, I march upon them both towards the end.Carried along by the northern gales, I sing even as I vomit blood.There’s nobody left to condemn me, even as I crush flowers underfoot.
I wrap my hands around the town’s neck and squeeze hard, but it feels like I’m the one who's suffocating.When children speak of their many myths and legends, the gods only exist when they live alongside them.I spit full force, in my struggle to persist, at this utterly tangled and impregnable society.There’s no path to the future, and afterlife uncertain, yet in desperation I burn 'til nothing's left.
Flies swarm around all those yet living, forming a line between beasts and mankind.Sperm journey to a nearby graveyard; death in the form of a fierce blizzard.
Twilight shines without a clue on the dirty old love hotel down the road.So much left unspoken at dawn that by the end all the world does is stutter.The curtains are soaked through with dew, enough that I very nearly drowned.Life is engulfed and turns to ashes on this road born of the Milky Way.
A lifetime seems to pass me by as I sit on the bed of this pickup truck.A trail of blood follows in its wake as it crosses the intersection.As my eyes stare straight ahead through the rear windshield, I hear the sounds of lives combusting all around me.
Grinding against the rails. Sparks flying everywhere.Grinding against the rails. My insides are on fire.
My soul sounds the departing train. My blood is the only escape I have left.I can feel myself leaving the station. Wait a minute, where’s everyone gone?Looking out over arid plains, I keep screaming ‘til my lungs give out.I strike the ground and it splits open, revealing all the abandoned shipwrecks.
Grinding against the rails. My insides are on fire.