The train to void.

A train to void, in the late night.

An endpoint of emotion,

the culmination of it.

Take me away,

put me to sleep, away.

Escape on the train,

I will, goodbye.

Is there any way,

to come back down?

Flowers on from that day,

sitting on a desk, sitting lown.

Is there any way,

to start all over again?

I lied on that day,

about wanting to go away then.

Full of regret,

there isn't any hope now.

If you can, go ahead,

save me, here and now.

I hope still,

that I come back down.

In fields with nobody,

I will, that I come back down.

The tracks of that train,

putting me to sleep.

Stained like rain,

the regret makes me weep.

To be free, a dream,

one suffocated by invisible walls.

And yet, I regret and scream,

as the rain falls.