Sunday, October 7, 2018

The Sin Train

The sin train comes at 6:00

                   alot of sins at night 

 wants you in their traps

of cast soul into pits of hell of fire 

but one thing you don't know 

if you on the train or not like a brain without a body inside you stop 

in the middle of the tunnel 

Where light is off like a blowen out candal 

where games begun 

the train slowly move 

and  

echo of voices you hear of deadly tune 

that knock you down to fall 

but you listen well like angels sing 

that try to lead to light of trouble save souls

                 of  
dream but it seem you just have a nightmare of a dream to dare

1 comment:

  1. This poem has a dark silhouette chill that captivates an image in my mind where it sounds like a movie great storytelling keeping writing more thrilling poems.

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