You and I, we're like an uncontrollable freight train, pushing forward with every force of momentum and nothing holding us back. We are bounding - without grip, without consent and without even a whisper of ever stopping.
Close the curtains and we'll go a lovely shade of green as we get motion sickness from the speed at which this train takes the curves in its tracks, the way it glides alongside gravity down steep slopes. Or maybe we'll leave the curtains open and watch as trees and houses and people and places all blur into colourful lines of undefinition; of surreality and inferiority to what we have created for ourselves. They can be the backdrop of our slow dance, as we rock and sway to the chugging rhythm of the train. Our heartbeats keep perfect, undisrupted time to the most melodic, movement inspiring music I've ever heard.
But within seconds of this fabricated heaven, where every cell of my body asks to be taken, I suffocate. I cannot stand or sing or dance or sway. I cannot move or breathe or speak or be. I have been unplugged, and pulled into a gorgeously alluring state. And don't get me wrong, it is everything I want. Everything I've ever wanted, but its just not what I need.
So I will throw myself onto these cold iron tracks, shivering limply with my heart - spewing broken blood - in my hand. I will be what stops this pulsing train; a sacrifice of pain and flesh and happiness. And though I wanted to forget the tracks, forget the path and the destination and focus solely on falling deeper and deeper into exclusive bliss with you, I can't.
Oh, goodb... It hurts to say.
Goodbye bliss, goodbye.
Come back to me.
Goodbye.
Come back.
Goodbye.
I need Him. I want you. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I want you. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him.
