The Midnight Train

I traded in my bike last year

for a ticket on this train.

All aboard, no time to fear

The lonely nights of pain.

There are no brakes aboard this train

nor any other passengers.

Doomed until the day I die

to speed through life, passing all else by

The conductor turns and reveals his face

and extends a fleshless hand towards me.

"Your life is mine, you've lost control"

He whispers with the utmost glee.

Passing through the countryside

at a breakneck breaking speed.

Take my life I say to him

a swift and painless death I plead

There are no stops on this train

just sleepless nights and endless days.

On and on we keep on going

never stopping, never slowing.

Looking out the windows,

I see my life passing by.

All the times I've had regret

and all the times I've cried.

The happy memories are gone

and all that's left are tears.

Desperately I cry out loud

"Please turn this train around!"

Apprehension clouds my mind

and frantically I try and find;

A way to slow this speeding train

and retake control of my life again.

To no avail and all in vain

I find a big red button.

That should I push would end my pain.

Blowing up this midnight train.