Monday, August 4, 2014


Approaching midnight
The last train leaves the station
For the terminal
I am desolation without solace
I have sought your way
My body is frail
Without you I fail

I fall to the ground in a heap
Alone staring, at the track
I walked the path
Of the righteous
Without righteousness
Without fulfillment
Without the joy

Enduring only wrath
By my own hand
I am the destroyer
I am the one
Who murders memory
I will destroy all evidence
Of my existence
Leaving only a legacy
Of pain and sorrow

I wait, without hope
For you to return
From terminus

Raw pain empties
Into nothingness
Ghosts in my mind
Of past days fleeting
I have only one hope
For justice
And it is you
Redeeming me