The long shadows bouncing off the walls
The long black lines of parallel similarity
That lines my orange flesh
Sitting beside the window pane
And looking into the setting sun
Daring it to blind my stubborn grey eyes.

I wonder when the train will arrive
It was due 5 minutes before midnight
“Ah, here he comes now”
The wheels looked heavy
Like they can’t carry anymore weight
I wonder if their is room for me.

Screeching to a halt my pulse quickens
But when he stands at the entry way to the giant machine
He beckons me to his side
My first genuine smile opens into a laughing grin.

It’s an extrondinary feeling; death being so close.

His eyes pushed deep into his skull
Rotting skin reveal the bone
A gruesome sight to any average soul
But to the unusual ones; his mouth is always smiling
He bears very contradictory grin.

I stepped onto the train
To great him formerly
He opened his arms and swept my unusual soul
Into his kind old body
And looked at me with different eyes
I knew the moment he looked at me
With such an understanding
I felt as though (I believe I knew) I was home.