Hell On Wheels

 Hell On Wheels

Stench lingers

It's death

Past 

Future

Present

The aroma of Tranqs rotting flesh

Buttery Crack

And Heroin needles hidden like

Easter Eggs

Ask to see a menu

The only dessert is Narcan

It's sold out

The fucking fuckers

Between the bodies

Shit is on the floor

Piss on the seats

Up thrown walls

Sucking the tense air

I survey the carnage

The train speaker squawks

"Welcome To Septa"

The simulation has gone wrong

No way to turn it off

Erupting flames

We are all going to die