Departure Smothered into silence By a bloody, corrupted violence. I desperately try to find an empty seat When the ground starts to move under my feet. The train leaves at half past four It must be time, they just locked the door. I’m trapped, in a place with no space for me No escape as far as my eyes can see. In time I will realize, things won’t change a thing No matter what the future will bring. More blood, more pain; scarring inside, outside So why do I still run and hide? I need to stand up, forget the grudges that have passed I should try to focus on the now, and make it last. But who said it would be easy? All attempts to say so would be cheesy. All I know is that the train is leaving I must find a seat, if I want to continue breathing.