He starts his morning routine.....
Get up, Wake up, Feed the addiction
The door opens and he notices a notice...of his eviction
He drags his palm from temple to his chin and sighs
slowly looks towards the window and sees the light
It seemed right so he used it to spark a joint and got write to the point
left a letter to his landlord saying thanks for your wife
He noncholantly chuckled.....It developed into a laugh
before he realized he had nowhere to go but the tracks
He sighed and walked fast...his mom died when he was 10....
...so he didnt worry about the cracks
All damage was done in the past, daily life's nothing but a relapse
With all possesions on his person he found a place to call his own
He fired up a cigarette...its warmth burnt out a he felt the cold
Questioning God;he prayed for a hold, a grip but no answer ws found
Listened for a revelation, but only trains made a sound
Everytime the chime rang into the air, he'd call for help
Day and nightmares occured, the voices in his head defined his self
Every train spoke to him..he heard demands 'CHOOOSE CHOOOSE'
Why should I get out of the winter of my discontent when I was born to lose?
Suddenly he got a surge....gathered his courage and ran away from his home ITS
Up the awning and onto the platform of the locomotive
Hopped the grate post haste and stood directly on the rails
Yelled out a last reply to be left alone....spared no details
I deserve a second chance, my plans didnt go as designed!
........The voices grew to extremes CHOOOOOSE CHOOOOOSE!!......he needed to break fast!.....but got pancaked
as he had his first......silent night