Engine 9A Poem by eatmillsIs this the way to die?My oh my Oh my my Is this the way to die? Is this the way to dream? Is there anymore time? Is this the silent scream? Tried to bend around Tried to save it all Tried to save your world Tried to catch your fall Engine, engine Number Nine Going down the Mountain Line Going down too fast to stop Number Nine Time now to die Dinner with Satan Or Breakfast with God Is it wrong that I want it all? To sing from the roofs of love To bring the dead along My baggage is heavy see This is the way it’s got to be. True love belongs to the dead Turn it on True love cannot be found In my head. Coherent thoughts F**k it all Watch it all rot Hear the call Sail through the bend Try to understand Number Nine was too fast Went over the tracks And sailed through the sky A Moment too brief A moment of grief Sorry for the fat lie The fight is done And now we plunge Back down We lunge Into ground This is it There are no goodbyes There are no more lies This is it The engine is on fire The cars all mangled Bodies burnt where they lay Lovers entangled. I dreamt this moment I screamed so silent The days move along And at the bottom we wait.
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StatsAuthoreatmillsmississauga, ontaio, CanadaAboutWhat do you want to know? I listen to surf, punk, metal, pop, techno, actually all music. Favourite Writers - William S Burroughs, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe.. more..Writing
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