Here comes the train, pained and wailingnEye focused on you warily, but still unblinkingnIs this the one I’m supposed to bring?nFor this next journey, endless and complexnInjuries you’ll never be prepared to dressnA hundred stops you’ll sleep awaynThen wake to wish you hadn’t andnYou take your time packing lightnI never could comprehendnHow it took you hours to finally endnUp with a list of twenty forgotten thingsnTo the naïve eye (not the headlight),nYou might appear to actually care for somethingnBut you’re not guarding this life with your own,nJust risking minenWhat a fucking waste. This timennRemember when I said you were bound to make another mistake?nWas it stupidity or a self-fulfilling prophecy?nSelf-fulfilled, I should saynUnless you were planning onnOne more fuck-up today?nAnother idiot’s dance, are we just supposed to watch and laugh?nWe’re far from amused; in fact we might as well be lying on the tracksnnHere comes the crash, too fast to catch my heart,nPropelled from my chest while my bodynLurched and halted with the brakesnWhile everything else seems to slow around menI can’t believe this is happening againnI was never meant to be here, I complainnBecause for a moment, the ride was steady,nBut your devastation was inevitablenExpected, yet unavoidable,nLike the cycle of natural wildfirenThe peril is far too closenTo allow any delay in my stridenThe deaths and wounds are far too realnFor me just to stand and gape, wide-eyednLike the crowdnThat can’t help themselves, or usnI’m sorry, but I won’t be entertained by your train wreck lifennWill it be neglect or abusenThat puts you underground?nYour tracks are sore from overusenAnd they're finally wearing downnA scar for every accidentnNew waste to block the waynAll aboard your train wreck lifenLast stop, Tracks of Decay!