I fucking hate you.

I end up as the train,
rusted in place.
Wheels frozen in place,
brakes corroded tightly,
And you are the high grass around my tracks.
You are the field that rolls into the west.
You are the rotting flowers that were a fushia at best.
But now you've browned dried up and fallen in to the dust.
I end up this train,
stuck here with you.
Empty inside,
dried up and rusted outside.
When I lift my voice it dies.
When I try speak my peace it subsides.
I'm awash in my hate for you.
And I wish my wheel could grind over you.
The last thing i wanted to do.
Is be used by you.
Is that best that you can do,
mame me when I said I'd stay.
I wish the worst for you.
I wish the worst for you.
This old body has been broken down.
But it rot into the ground.
I may fall apart but I'll see you fall down.
You'll go before I do I guarantee this now.
And I can enjoy my last moments before I see the sun go down.
This is lost cause in the with the sun lit silhouette of the rotted out train rusted solid.