Music in my soul, in my veins, in my ear,
Rhythmic hunting, a low pulse that only I can hear.
Separate seats, separate lives,
A brushing meet, competing prides.
The force pushes, always peering,
The pressure mocks, its grin is leering.
Crawling upwards, invading the interior
Onwards it claws, I’m nearing hysteria
My stomach churns, my throat is tight,
My chest burns, my mind alight
Souls all around, but souls are worth dust,
Empty and worthless, ****** dry as a husk
Eyes averted, pointed blank gaze
Still my mind flames, calm in its rage
The stations flicker by, spiralling down the hatch
The names pass too quickly, too quickly for me to catch
Closer to home, a new home I’ve built,
Borne out of upheaval, decorated with guilt
Stepping towards a future, try to shoot from the hip,
But it’s all a façade – loneliness has me in its grip.
