Listen as the whistle blows
Inside your mind your ears
Are ringing from the deafening tones
The Hell train rolling fast
The smokey rings weave
Their web of spells to cast
Clackity, clack
The demons scream my past
All aboard the train wreck
As it rolls fast on the shattered track
Of dreams that fade to black
The whip of wind takes your breath
As your thoughts begin to rush
All you hear is clackity, clack
The Hell train rolling fast on the shattered track
The demons laugh, the demons scream
This is our last stop
Better jump or fall
Stay on board this Hell train
Will blow its final whistle call
Down the track straight to Hell.
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Author:
summer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Tormented thoughts battling a war within
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Comments1
Beautiful. May you find peace and happiness once again.
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