The train passes by

We all walk in

With a compulsion of a fire alarm

And wait

You wanna get out but it’s too late

In the state of a frozen will

You can struggle

But they won’t unlock the doors

All that’s left is to scream

And outside

It’s post-rain

It’s dark enough

It’s irony

How can you heal

When you are haunted?

How can you stay

When you are pushed away?