The colour will want in

The putrid wood cracked and snared beneath my feet

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