…And I don’t want to get on.
It brings with it a virus that turns you into a pawn.
Some are immune, many are not.
Succumbing to the outbreak, the infected you can spot.
With dreary eyes and a blank expression.
A mindless mass who have lost ambition.
I call these bodies the working dead.
And if I catch this train, then disease I’ll spread.
And oh what a life to dread,
Forever pondering deeds undone, words unsaid.
To learn to late upon your death, you never lived though you drew breath.