waiting on a train

it's not us...not you and me..

just shadows and ghosts...

scary monsters

saying things

empty things

it's not us..it's them


are not them

not you and me

i and i

you and you

fear sits

in an ashtray of pills

smoking like a gun

shooting holes in the wings of angels

tears in the eyes of love

cracks in the hearts of believers

but it's not us not you and i

fear rings like a cell phone at midnight

fear needs

like a half pack of cigerattes..like one pain pill in a jewelry box

fear needs them

not us...

we have been waiting on a train

it's here