There is something in the far off distance,
day by day.
Is this, I wonder,
an angel who is coming
to share the universe’s embrace?
But as I look around
I see I am facing down
at the inbound train…
… here we go again…
This beginning’s just the end.
The end’s in front of your face.
You grew up smart,
but dumb enough to admit it.
You’re only here
because we saved you a space.
I’m not old and bitter,
I’m angry and experienced.
I’ve taken enough of our shit,
now I know better.
Staring down the barrel of the gun
ain’t so bad,
as long as the stock is tight to your shoulder.
I’m not afraid of the light anymore.
I’m not afraid of the dark.
I’ve been stumbling on,
sick of hanging around
with slack-jawed, brilliant fuck-wits.
Not that they’re dragging me down,
but their jokes are old and dated.
They were never funny in the first place,
now it’s just pathetic,
which is funny in its own way.
Watch them fade
and all the while they deny their dying.
Watch them beg,
for a few more moments before the clock runs out.
Hear them scream
and their cries echo off the walls
of the tunnel as the train bears down.
Go ahead and wish for a light in the dark.
Go ahead and think someone’s coming to save you.
The only ones who are saved
are the ones on the train
and I hope you’ve noticed,
it’s going the other way.
HG – 2016