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 mountains.