Trains
Find some time to sit down and cry, to steady your spinning mind, Let it out and know you’re mine, dedication to your ability To believe that nothing would be fine, and ensuring that Everything would unravel into finer strings of grief.
When I’ve hurt you and you want solace from me, My wax hands under heat, inviting and burning, fading away. I don’t want to think “how much would you hurt for me?” Because if it would end your pain, I’d disappear in a heartbeat. It’s like the clouds over me, gray storms are heavier than I could believe, But when the skies are clear I feel like I’m free To escape these feelings I’ve found anchoring my ankles to insecurity, Dragging thoughts of mediocrity, unable to give you the love you need.
We’re the underground and this is your stop, Platform steps climb through your motivation to leave This screaming tube riding in circles, faces blurring past, Stuck not knowing to go or not good enough to get out. Our bodies like warm conduits for a tender touch, But when the patched static comes, can’t conduct Insulate and isolate, red prison walls infinitely thick, And your fingers cold on concrete and we feel stuck.
The sky still calls, can’t you hear through the concrete, The silence of salvation, the promise of prosperity, Muffled echoes in the walls come rushing through the cracks, Rubble showers, dust in your lungs, collapsing around you Before the sun shines through in the wreckage of the tube trapping you.
