Destination; Destiny
Overcast skies tonight, the clouds shroud me in emptiness
Only New York streets could be both so crowded and desolate
Grievance weighing on me heavy tonight, my heart is so saddened
I’d look above for validation from God but there’s no stars in Manhattan
I’ve been wandering aimlessly, following the scent of blood
Leading to my descent from above, a stairwell to the city’s cemented guts
My steps, so light and cautious, like I’m trying not to wake the mice
Each footstep lingering like my breath in the air of late July
Beck must have witnessed the same scene, in my ear singing “Strange Apparition”
Fitting since the other victims of the night crowd look like a ghastly vision
I dismiss it as a hallucination, blaming that half-awake haze hoverin my mind
Moments that are usually fleeting won’t move, the always stubborn lady time
I post up, holding my posture against this cement beam for what feels like centuries
Watching the people move on and the train platform emptying..
All at once a heavy anxiety hits me that makes my skeleton crawl
Like it’s trying to writhe its way through my skin, as all the grey melts off the walls
I pull a napkin out to wipe the bullets from my forehead,wash the panicked thoughts away
Trying to calm myself, but my brain insists “WOW this train is awful late!”
Calm...don’t hyperventilate despite what your mind insinuates
He gets a rise out of your demise, he just likes to instigate…
That’s right...breathe...hear it now? The screeching of the rail cars?
I lifted panic’s dumbbell off my chest, ringing out on the ground when it fell hard
I slowly blinked continually waiting for to see the shadow it’d cast
Coming around the bend, I can’t tell if seconds or hours go past
The train finally produces itself, and my anxious doubts resurface tenfold
It clunks to a stop revealing a rusted exterior, all i see is blackness through the windows
The doors fling open, I’m hesitant, the recent scene has addled me
But I’m drawn to the opening, my feet trudge towards it automatically
I’m ushered to my seat by an unseen force and straps me down to the seat
The cart unwillingly heaves forward, before barreling into the ground underneath
I get sentimental as we tear we through sediment, thinking if only I had lived more heavenly
I wouldn’t be on a light rail heading to hell, next destination; destiny