Thoughts On The Last Night Train

Ah, those nights regret

A new aperture appeared in my room. Somewhere to scream and fall head-on. I recall my sweet mistress, Eleanore. So fair, kind, and full of love.

Bitter endings and full remorse Memories with her just took their course. Like celluloid melting under summer light Secret kisses in plain sight

But those cold days are just gone. Her pulse, smell, and soul No more cuddles, no more love. A shame that a bunch of pain pills did the job.

She used to love the sea

Chasing forgotten dreams,

Taking that silver train

To that faraway place.

I just pray for a nice drink.

The ticket man stops my concetration,

Asks me a simple question,

Hands me a moldy piece of paper,

And says 'See you later!'

The infinite blue sea is the view.

What secret such clear water hold?

While on it's surface, seagulls strew,

And by the coast, people stroll.

The unforgiving train carries on.

Everyone is anxious to arrive.

I have no worries; it's better to be surprised.

At least the brezee is cold.

A thunder breaks the scene.

No more wind, only fear.

Everyone runs, but the train keeps its march.

I do not fret, for I posses a larch.

Now the ocean is noxious ink,

Rough waves whip the sharp rocks,

They flew away, in a blink.

The birds are being eating by hacks.

He's back, the twisted deadman.

He tries to grab my back.

But I stab him with the larch,

Just before burning away, it laughs.

I cry on my seat,

The train keeps moving straight.

I thank her, her last message, in old paper.

I can still hear the bell.

The Jorney will not end.

Neither my restless rage.

I shall never forgive.

How they stole her face.

The train by the sea,

It's carrying me closer to Titania.

The Empress of the fay,

She who put my little sister in the grave.

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Orange crescent moon

My dear friend is near.

But it is so far away.

I saw her last night.

By the side of the road.

How many years have passed?

How many tears had I wept?

No matter what choice I make,

I forgot to pray.

How much does the guilt weigh?

How much time passed? Or I ate.

Now she's a shadow of herself.

While a hole grows larger in my chest.

I want to sleep by her side.

Hiding from undefined mistakes,

For once, to feel rested and well.

Again, I say, so fair, lady.

Eyes as blue as the sky,

With a charming, big smile,

Her red lips against a skin so pale.

I should forgive everyone.

Even those who broke my entrails

Because God is looking up there.

While the moon is my only friend.

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Walking home

I was walking on the train tracks alone. While rainy, foggy darkness was surrounding me, I can barely see thanks to my phone. walking next to a ditch stream, knee-deep.

My only witness was a cute little bird. Jumping, flying, chirping, and crying While I'm under my umbrella made of blue. Against the fabric, the water burred

Walking through a deserted rural zone In the distance, I could see the next station light. My trousers are being moisturized, and my head is dry from the storm. But I had to be careful not to jam my shoes on the track.

The night is cold. My hands are shaking. No reflections; I can't see my breath. There is no option but to keep walking. Each step on the quebracho Railroad ties gets me closer to my bed.

Suddenly, a cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Something was coming, but the little bird told me not to look back. I shall be fine as long as I keep moving forward. It was the entity that was roaming around.

-"Hello young boy", the suave voice said. A sharp pain on my shoulder almost made me faint. But the bird told me not to look back. That's how it gets you, you shall never be seen alive.

-"It's rude to not answer in kind." I could feel a strong grip behind my neck. I acted as if I didn't care; I carried on with my long steps. But the presence was persistent enough to be contemplated.

-"If you don't talk to me, you'll regret it now!" The bird could not speak up, for it was pulled back fast. The last thing the birdie could tell was not to look back. Now we were alone—it and I.

I tried to run to the next station light. It was in vain; I was far away. And the creature was clawing my legs. -"It's over, young one; you shall be a nice dessert."

Ears on the wet ground I couldn't help it, but I laughed aloud. Its claws lifted my face. -"What's so funny, or did you just lose your head?"

With a quick kick, I made it stumble to the tracks. -"The train is almost here, you ghastly clown," and then I got up. The wretched-looking thing did not understand. But the train took all its remains to the moon and out.

Emerging from the dark fog The silent metal snake carried out its route. From that night forward, I did not travel alone. Because I can see it's wicked grin when I keep my eyes close.

A Midsummer Night's Melancholia

With dry lips, she contemplated the night Lonely, sad and thirsty for such a long time, She cried for she didn't know how, but her memories of glee turn to sorrow dust.

It was a still and silent summer night. On top of the world, she behold the closed house Once filled with laugh, now it's empty with shouts Anything not bolt to the ground, now is resting by the street light.

One step in front of the other, The dulled naked feet, step down By the edge of the moonlight She contemplated the summer night

Her cries were heard by no one except for the wind, Now sitting, arms crossed, eyes closed, gentle weep The cheery night did not care for her, Only when they were together everything seemed to be OK.

Now loneliness was by her side, Better forgotten than being forced to smile Yearning some rest and peace of mind Hoping to drink clear sky by the next morning light

The chase is on

The chase is on. It's pointless to look back. She was running wild. While her persecutor follows by

Small steps full of hatred Echoes through still dark hallways One mistake, and it's over.

The chase will never end. She has created karma in her soul. Her shadow is what hunts her. So they can be again whole.

Small steps full of woe The dark wooden door is blocked. Now the persecutor touches her cheekbone.

The chase has concluded. They are coming back home. Old personalities begin to dissolve. While the heart yearns for a safe return.