Route Four

This constant ringing makes me sick. Let's just cut the coated wire of connection, because the whole world doesn't need to be held at our mercy. They leave like the strangers of a subway train. These strangers only travel to get from point a to point b, just like you. I made the mistake of talking to one of these strangers, getting to know one of these strangers. It's getting loud in here; the spark created by the metal on metal contact echoes throughout this train of mine. You pull the bell, it's your stop. Your icy cold stare eats through me as you become one of those strangers. Just like them, you got off at your point b never to be heard from again. Why? People are fleeting. Moments are fleeting. Life is fleeting. Maybe she wants to go, and if she does than I don't need her. Maybe I want to shove the moments we shared into her torn suitcase, but memories are something I can't erase. Maybe life is fleeting, but I'm not going to sit back and watch it slip away from me. You might be gone, but the subway doesn't stop just because you did.

The conductor of route four can't be seduced without a ticket.