I like trains,
I used to watch them throughout my childhood...
I used to stare at them,
Chugging along with the rickety tracks like words whispered in my ears.
I would always see them coming...
Yet I would still watch it with love
And admiration...
I just stood there...
Like the dumb **** I am...
Just there, lucid to the euphoric song this beastly thing was getting me drunk on...
Until it hit me.
I knew it was coming,
I saw it right there in front of me.
I guess maybe I wanted it to hit me?
But once it hit me,
I was long gone.
I woke up with scars and
blood running down my eyes and
Tears seeping through the seams of all the cuts and bruises across my arms,
Funny how they r shaped like the railroad tracks...
I guess I should have learned never to drink because it will **** me every time... And it does.
Two days later,
I'm here again. On those tracks,
Drinking in the songs of the sirens that lures me in every ******* time.
I still like trains.