Tracks of Decay

Here comes the train, pained and wailing

Eye focused on you warily, but still unblinking

Is this the one I'm supposed to bring?

For this next journey, endless and complex

Injuries you'll never be prepared to dress

A hundred stops you'll sleep away

Then wake to wish you hadn't and

You take your time packing light

I never could comprehend

How it took you hours to finally end

Up with a list of twenty forgotten things

To the naïve eye (not the headlight),

You might appear to actually care for something

But you're not guarding this life with your own,

Just risking mine

What a fucking waste. This time

Remember when I said you were bound to make another mistake?

Was it stupidity or a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Self-fulfilled, I should say

Unless you were planning on

One more fuck-up today?

Another idiot's dance, are we just supposed to watch and laugh?

We're far from amused; in fact we might as well be lying on the tracks

Here comes the crash, too fast to catch my heart,

Propelled from my chest while my body

Lurched and halted with the brakes

While everything else seems to slow around me

I can't believe this is happening again

I was never meant to be here, I complain

Because for a moment, the ride was steady,

But your devastation was inevitable

Expected, yet unavoidable,

Like the cycle of natural wildfire

The peril is far too close

To allow any delay in my stride

The deaths and wounds are far too real

For me just to stand and gape, wide-eyed

Like the crowd

That can't help themselves, or us

I'm sorry, but I won't be entertained by your train wreck life

Will it be neglect or abuse

That puts you underground?

Your tracks are sore from overuse

And they're finally wearing down

A scar for every accident

New waste to block the way

All aboard your train wreck life

Last stop, Tracks of Decay!