Corpse at the station

The body lifeless and still
Less than a meter from the trainline
The word I´d use is gone

The man above her
tried to revive her
looking this way and no cure

Completely empty
as if her human form was just a container
trainstops door opens and our necks are rubber

We transform into the shocked onlookers
Tragedy´s lovers
The body still and cold

Desperation in the would be hero
It wells up and hits his face
knocking the color out

The doors close and our necks regain composure
Our heads turn back into the carriage
And the light goes out of our eyes