Lost trains, cold souls,
Corona of love,
And hitchers unknown,

Distorted walls,
Selfless strife,
Regrets in a whorl-hole,
Pain reflects off life,
Like shadows against the walls,

Fear blankets an eternity of misery,
Emotions and tensions running high,
My future painted as if a canvas,
Loneliness for ever more,

On the cusp of lay down and die,
What of this life?
But a plaything,
For my demons to carry on,
To be trapped with in my self pity cries,  

Lost life, lonely souls,
Corona of defense,
And hitchers well known.