Midnight Ride

I travel on the midnight ride to nowhere,

Absorbed by the cloudy abyss.

Encompassed in lonely fear,

Soul knowing it should never be like this.

Shaking and trembling through the night,

The cold, hard metal closely resembles my heart.

Every thought is a war, every breath a losing fight,

Berated and battered, I've been tortured from the start.

Dim lights fondle unreachable freedom,

The door creaks open but never can I escape.

My seams are shredded on that platform,

Nobody understands my life is at stake.

Maybe I just need courage,

Maybe I need to run.

Maybe I can kill the urge,

Maybe I was never the one.

If only I could forget how I'd been wronged,

The locks, the words, the disregard.

I miss you,

Too bad the wishes are mangled in scars.

I find myself nothing but a traveler,

Wounded and limping anywhere that will take me.

Staggered like a drunkard,

Sober and lonely.

My life ended in the twisted metal,

Breathing continued, living complete.

The shell tells the tale,

The soul fails to be seen.

I'm back on this midnight hell,

A reminder that all is lost.

Viewing life through the eyes of the functioning shell,

Soul dwelling on its death's great cost.