Tunnels dark
A metro line so thin
Ripping through the void
Empty from within
The midnight train is shouting
Last stop to Neverland!
A journey most appalling
I steer it with my hand
Colored lines on empty maps
Intertwined telling stories of the past
Of how a city came of age
Of how a vengeful lover disappeared
Into a crowd beneath the ground
I could not follow
Time for me is still
No past no future between these colored lines
I’m cursed to watch them parting ways
Between the platform and the train
Only the present counts
I have to be on time
And see progression in my cage
Without my carriages
Without these colored lines
The world would lose direction
No order can be made
No love can be sustained
And time would fall apart
The world into a chaos made
And I’m the one to blame
A silent saint never to be known
I stitch and stitch your life together
I plough through these dark caves
I’m crucified with my pay
Without a face, without a glimpse of fame
You’re mine when you’re aboard
So when you hear that call to mind the gap
Be sure to praise my name!
You better praise my name!
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Character: 60/100
bohemiaspeaks 
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