Fear, just fear,

is what we feel,

as we board that train,

To a fate so surreal.

an uncertain future,

i don't know my fate,

packed in like sardines,

as we sit and await.

Journey to hell,

the tracks icy and cold,

the wheels of the train,

whisper stories untold.

Time will reveal

if i will survive,

or if i remain here,

in a struggle to thrive.