Like a beast's blood pumping through veins, or through the city's abandoned streets
The people around me are dull and disfigured
their bodies tearing away from the creatures already infesting their cells
we are on a train
are bloated bellies and weightless pockets couldn't fit inside,
nor could are minds and will scrape money from the under belly of society to allow passage into the interior of the train
the man across from me had money,
he dealt it, like cards
investing in lies and men with greed and money
Now he is here
reaping in his achievements
sitting in his own urine
This isn't his life
and neither is it mine
I had success
though I was a nobody I had people and my own deceiving conscious telling me I was somebody
it didn't matter that I could never be a legend
I had Money, a House ,Friends, and Power
Then I took a trip
with no passengers and no conductors
with no contacts or friends
I was alone even my filthy conscious had left me
Left ME and my rotting mind
