The Rail

Freshly cleaned then whispering then thoughts obscene.
Early fried then teary eyed then plagued by lies.
Set up. Fed up. Upset. Regret.

The rail someone was spilt on the rail.
Some try to fight but find a fall & fail.
The rail someone was spilt on the rail.
Some try for flight but end & not sail.

Set up. Fed up. Upset. Regret.
No one saw you coming but found you anyway.
I fear all night that I'm dumbing.
I come so close then I step back.
I'm set up then fed up.
Then I'm upset with regret.

The rail someone was spilt on the rail.
Some try to fight but find a fall & fail.
The rail someone was spilt on the rail.
Some try for flight but end & not sail.
Set up. Fed up. Upset. Regret.

2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

12/3

Written by Emperor MAR
November 29, 2004 & December 2, 2004
Lyrics & Poems
Listen to rendition created off the cuff by SarahEmily of blogTV recorded January 12, 2010