You keep driving that death train to somewhere unknown, and I keep waking up in my bed alone. The premonition is fierce, the derailment doesn’t do it justice.
Most would say I was haunted, but there’s always an answer lurking behind the madness (if you’re calm enough to spruce it out of the ashes).
‘They’re not allowed in. Only you.’ I hardly know these people well enough to vouch for them anyways. And yet they follow. And yet I open chasms in my chest for them. Those same shifting blueprints.
I still don’t know how it ended. Tell me again, tonight.
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