Passenger from Inferno by Pyrophoria

I am an impostor.
There was a person inside
Who felt my eyes,
And told me I wouldn’t make it back alive.

I am ineffective.
The autumn came through like
Trains passing underground.
I am late to the present;
I am late to the waking;
I am late to the person I was becoming
Before I knew I was waiting.

I am late to understanding what it takes
To love something you so long have hated.
I am outside looking in from a window
At myself like a stranger.

Who am I and what have I done?
Who am I and what would I become?

Without the knife and the night that came
Like a train
That I watched pass as I stood at the gate?

I am estranged.
You can’t love me because I'll never do the same.

• Experimental
• alternative
• avantgarde
• experimental rock
• female indie
• genreless
• Atlanta