A forever stretching body
going at the speed that blurs the sight
With glow in the dark eyes showing the way
like a cat throughout the night
Shrieking a high pitched whine with unconfined fury
accompanied by the rolling of heavy wheels
A solid creature made of steal
holding power within
rolls on toward stations
But if it is so powerful,
does it really have a free will
Always following predestined tracks?
- Title: Trains
- Artist: PoisonedJewel
- Description: Its an early poem when I was just doing it to get a passing english grade.
- Date: 10/06/2011
- Tags: trians
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