Heading South- by: unknown forgotten

Water logged
Such a sad song
with the hiccups
And the mohawk all crusted

I'm rushing forwards to anything
Hoping only to be revived
Soaking up the blood I lost
Covering the vomit I spilt

Iron , copper and aluminum
The rust that lays against old ships
Creaking wildly against their unuse and abuse
Crushing barnacles in between and beneath

The wheels screeched for a moment
Sparks flared into the air
And slowly yet slowly
The train moved out of my way