Anxieties Train Wreck

The pain was real as the knife repeatedly stabbed me in the back. Oh Julius Caesar how you must have suffered as I do now. Et Tu Brutus your final words. Why you brutal anxiety? why do you plague me so? I hear the train coming now and I'm too weak to stand. I guess lifelife ends with a light at the end of a dark tunnel. This is the way the world ends in a bloody train wreck.