Derail
The train went off the track in a violent whirlwind tumble. And now I wake up from a daze in a forest of mangled steel and flame. Everyone else stays on the ground, dead and bloody. There's a deep gash above my right eye, bloody and dark, but I'll just stitch it up on my own and limp away on a ruptured heel. That's how I've always done it, no help from anyone. Where the hell am I? All I know is, I have to make it To where I was going. Walk off into the horizon, as the sun sets Into the sea of... Sign in to see full entry.