3-12-09
Sitting, awaiting, allowed my mind to wander…

I am engulfed with the disgusting urge
to tackle a stranger right onto the tracks,
And whisper “I am so sorry” and yell over
the roar of the wind “I could not live
but I cannot die alone, Hell”, I scream,
“this is it” and I hold her in a protective
embrace ‘cause I never meant it to come to this.

I was a modest soul with a death grip hold,
And childish motivations put me in this situation,
“I don’t want to be alone, wah”,
Noble aspirations in a murder investigation.

Fear of what comes after drove me to this,
And I think we made a word just for situations
such as these ; that of irony.