#engine 45

[inland-squatch]

Grab ahold of me, I've got my arms up

Pull me out from this darkness

It's so hard for me to see light at the end of the tunnel

If it's a war you came to see

You will never see a waved white flag in front of me

Ican't end up dead, I won't be misled

I'll keep singing this song inside my head

[benjidarkness]

if its a war you came to see Not my pic

[wannabespaceman]

Engine 45

I remember hearing that erie tone ring across my ears and dancing down my spine - "they really do need to fix that whistle for oncoming train's" I said to myself. It's funny, it always seems to creep up on me - as it chugs... it churns... the way the engine whistle's while it tip toes to the station. Really, it is kinda hard to picture a train whistle scaring me everytime I walk to the station but something about it just leaves me frozen - it feels like a weight encompasses me - my body just grows to heavy and stiff, time moves slower and the seconds grow longer: "I can feel all my thoughts racing, pressuring me to move forward but I just can't, I'm being held back, something is holding me back."

"You okay kid?" A familiar voice snaps me back and out of a cold sweat and I laugh. "Thought I lost you there for a second", the bellman chuckles as I slide him my ticket. "I've been coming through here for year's and I still freeze up", I joke back to him as I take my ticket. "As always mind the yellow lines and watch your step." I hear as I slowly fade deeper into the same station as I head towards my platform.

"It's funny to think that the midnight train is always running a late" I scoff as I catch the minute hand tick to twelve on my watch. I walk slowly to my platform as I see that iconic yellow paint "watch your step" it says, I'm convinced that it's never been repainted; the yellow is flacking, worn from the constant wear of weathering and age. I step lightly to the edge, my conscience weighing heavy as I glance around noticing not a soul around me.

I peak down the incoming tunnel as that harmonious hum tickles my ears - that deep chill returns as the metal chugs softly into high pitches scrapping on the rail. But yet I don't see the fire, it usually echo's vibrantly in the shadows. But not tonight, it seems that they are racing towards me as the pitch turns to a scream - the scream haunts me like a banshee approaching its prey. The tunnel vision begins to swallow me while my heart beats out of my chest, the engine whales closer and closer - I begin to panic... I try to look for someone to help me but I can't move. The weight sits on my shoulders, heavier than before - my lungs swell trying to push out each breath - my sight shrinks due to the heat of the shadows around me.

The madness has completely possessed me, I feel alone in my own skin as my ears ring - as my knees quake - as my heart stops. Suddenly something unfamiliar breaks the ringing - laughter. Laughter I have never heard, they sound so warm, so free. Closer the laughter rolls in and my fear breaks. My staggering depression lifts with a slight smile I whisper "Grab a hold of me, I've got my arms up, pull me out of this darkness. It's so hard to see, the light and the end of this tunnel." I feel weightless with feet fleeting as I step off the edge, a final thought rushes through my head. "I've been waiting for something that never came, it never came."

This little short story was influenced by the Song " Engine 45" by The Ghost Inside. This by no means is a meant to plagiarise a song that's been playing in my head for years. I'd like to give them full credit for their amazing lyrics and immaculate word play that allowed my imagination to derail many times while writing. (Pun fully intended)

[reckless-teen-love]

This addiction came like a freight train.

Engine 45// The Ghost Inside

[kate-themetalhealth-bht]

“Engine 45” by @theghostinside

This song reflects on the destruction of addiction:

🚞The Runaway Train Metaphor

The band utilizes “Engine 45”—an out-of-control freight train—as a powerful symbol for addiction. Just like a runaway locomotive, dependency hits fast and brutally hard, completely derailing your life and tearing down a one-way track toward destruction.

⚔️ The Internal Battle

The lyrics capture a fierce psychological war between surrender and survival. Instead of throwing in the towel or “waving a white flag,” the narrator fights through the desperation of the darkness, relentlessly searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.

💥 Unyielding Resilience

The song’s climax delivers a massive anthem of perseverance: “All my life I’ve been waiting for something to break these chains... but I’ll keep swinging.”

This iconic chant embodies the refusal to give up, transforming personal trauma into a triumphant battle cry against one’s inner demons.

⚓️A Beacon of Hope

Ultimately, the band wrote this track to serve as a lifeline for listeners. It’s a reminder that no matter how far off the tracks you’ve gone, it is always possible to pull yourself together, regain control, and shatter the cycle of addiction.

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "Engine 45" by The Ghost Inside

[narcan-necromancer]

[ajz0626]

If there's a war you came to see, you will never see a waved white flag in front of me