622. My Heart Was A Runaway Train

My heart is like a runaway train as it thunders down the gloomy track no one on board to use the brakes as if they would have any effect Stations fly past in a blur it will not stop at any of them it knows that it will not be welcomed and so leaves them far behind Everyone hopes that it will run out of fuel bringing it slowly to a stop if anything it is picking up speed raising sparks from the cold steel rails Eventually it is halted in flames causing massive damage to everything nearby once my heart was a runaway train now it is little more than a derailed wreck