when the train comes,
i want to feel it.
i'll press my feet into the ground
and absorb the quaking as it approaches,
my fingertips kissing the rail.
when the message comes,
i want to hear it.
i wont turn away.
i'll turn up the volume and sit in silence.'
when the pain comes,
i want it to wreck me.
i want it to give me back to myself.
i'll let it consume me,
then i'll spit it out
and laugh in it's face.

i'm ready when the pain comes.