The Rollercoaster

Tears roll across the face
A face full of innocence,
A maiden desire beaming
In her eyes, a Preface towards
The journey of unrequited Love.

The train is running
Slaughtering through the night
The guard keeps awake,
Shivering in solitude
While others are far asleep,
Dreaming fancy follies
As many as the strains 
Fall apart on the lone poor soul.

The pastures move, the grey
sky falls, of miseries, many,
The owls and rats seek
Own harnesses in vain.
The planet runs fatigued
Towards a new red sun.

Again and again and again....