The Train Of Life

This train runs midnight to midnight,
every sin collected in cages of timeless memory,
lashed on by a pitiless conscience;
The load wheighed ten times by the derision,
magnified a hundred-fold by the looks;

The coal in the stomach burns bright,
the lungs spew smoke with every breath;
The heart pumps acid with every stoke,
that runs searing through every vein,
setting muscles on fire, crackling every bone.

This train runs for eternity,
through all of hell on tracks of fire;
The Devil for its driver,
the Agonies for its whistle;
The only stops - Pain and Despair.