Trained

The earth quivers beneath my feet

The train screams past the station

My thoughts weighed in regret

Losses paid in death, for the passengers

Of this shadowed world, these words

Poured ink onto eyelids

Who blink out a sentence

I've hastily devoured

Hours spent without promise

This place unnamed

Has become my fate, these untitled poems

Aren't the only weight on my shoulders

The air grows colder, winter comes closer

Flames become embers, in this moment

I would die for the sentiment

A moment's reprieve from heaven

And hell, I tire of the arguments

I conspire with the frost-cloaked branches

Of the deadly glamorous

Who, frozen in time, have come to composure

Over decades under the influence

I expire quiet, on the station bench

For what life feared give

Death offers, in spades and coffins

In heat and authorless

Stories, I am no protagonist

My existence proves naught

My life in the fire has been agony

And pleasure, a travesty measured

In destruction and fresh-fallen ash

At last, I can breathe, each stolen moment

Feeds that same furious flame

The devil that eats at my veins

'Til all that's left is the core of me

A train wreck of recklessness and the dire need

For another accelerant, fuel

For the only escape I'll ever need

The trainman who holds a thousand tickets

To places I have yet to see.