The night an overture that frightens my sentience
Blurred visions of the past taken the midnight train
Gas escaping from tubes hands straining to obscurity
No station we would stop by straight on to Nemesis
The fire cauterizing creating a sun into those very nights
Pictures remaining to visit the burden weighting so heavy
Birds witness the smell of the burning ones coming their way
I pray and pray but this midnight train is here to stay
Thousands have pledged for mercy at my knees in despair
A gunshot through their head I really couldn’t care
The collection of tears would dowsing the candle forever
Mindless I stare at dusk another train to arrive soon
Half a century later surrounded by grieving voices in pain The barrel pointed to my head would be my last train..