Sitting on the train;
Why do you smile so?
I saw your stare,
The curl of your lips,
I didn’t think much of it, though.
I left the train,
Walked through the station,
Across the railway track.
I heard your footsteps,
Saw your shadow,
I didn’t dare to look back.
I kept walking straight,
But I picked up my pace,
And soon enough I was sprinting.
I heard you behind me,
And soon there beside me,
The light on your sharp knife glinting.
My lifeless eyes
Reflect the light,
That come from the oncoming train.
There I lay,
Cold on the tracks,
Ground wet with blood and rain.
Sitting on the train,
I know just why you smile.
As I lay dead,
I think in my head,
I think I’ll follow you for awhile.
The Blue Man
There’s a blue man in a hut of snow,
His wife and eight children weep.
There’s a blue man in a raging storm,
His body lies six feet deep.
There’s a blue man who sits alone,
His wife is shocked by the news.
There’s a blue man who ate spiders and bugs,
His soon child is lost to the blues.
There’s a blue man whose eyes sunk in,
His wife is now blue and cold.
There’s a blue man who is next to his love,
Today marks fifty years old.