The Steel Horse

I ride a black train
With a tunnel in sight.
Everything will go black.

I share a booth
With a woman so pale,
She might as well
Be made of bones or pearls.

This majestic train
Must be powered by steam.
Its engine laughs at me,
"Obsessions, Obsessions, Obsession."

I don't know her name,
But I know her well.
I've heard she is the reason
My grandfather left us.

The metal walls collapse,
Turning into a coffin.
As I enter the tunnel,
With no end in sight.

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