The Train

Lay your head on a pillow

Of feathery, consoling deceptions

How cozy to settle under covers

Where no-one sees you

Neither must you see yourself

Cloak your eyes beneath dark eyelids

Crafty scales under which to hide

What agony! To be exposed in nakedness

That you've purposed

To hide, within your heart

Such a shallow facade, layers peeling away

as antique paper, brittle with age

Slowly uncovering the decay beneath

As you desperately clasp on to the pieces

They crumble through your mortal fingers...now dust

Swept together carefully

To fill each shameful crevice

Step cautiously on tiptoe

That the dust fall not aside

Last chance to hide

As dread lingers over

A swift wind sweeps

Each speck of cover away

The breath of death has snuffed aside

Now a stripped heart, ravished...invaded

Now there's no escaping this revelation

With eyes aflame that pierce right through you

Down, dividing the bone and the marrow

Infested heart, decayed and rotten

Gnawed away from deep within

Doused in perfume to overwhelm the stench

As you decomposed...

...Now beyond a cure

All those years you've wasted

To suffocate the truth

But now the truth you see only

And it taunts you relentlessly

All is revealed...

...Nothing hidden

This Truth exists on His own

By Whom you were created

Remained a rock through the ages

As He held us liars in His heart

But you wouldn't see

Beyond yourself

You've ran swiftly to cling to the side

Of that rampant, wayward train of death

Eyes fixed on that one-way track to eternal death

As you're swept off by sugarplum lies

Where you are embraced and drawn

Cradled

In the arms of your fate

Fields of liberty, flowers of lust

Melt together as you fly by

Rolling clouds of anger, raining revenge

Electric sensations rip through the sky

But then you see Him again

And all time stands still

Just a flicker of a candle, you're instantly caught

To face Him and search His tender eyes

Where you are repelled by what you see

...the real you, and you quiver

One step, two, three...but how hard to turn your back

With those fiery eyes cutting into your heart

Yet so much harder to submit yourself

for just what you are

One gulp, and you swallow down conviction

Avoiding His gaze, you grow brave

Such courage to laugh and mock Him

What a fool! to linger by the wayside

This weak and crucified man

Has He not heard?

Does He not know?

But yet...

Why did you turn back again...

When no-one was looking?

Perhaps you knew,

After all

But you counted yourself unworthy

You straighten yourself in your seat

And tidy your composure

For you are too intelligent, after all

To believe in such things

Ah...the sweet savour of relativism

Where truth is what you make it

And here, you outrun your conscience

Four steps, five,six...and

There you remain...

The number of man