A Glimpse of Pale Horses

Black screens of ample justice
And the pains of lengthy burdens
All a jumbled mess of worries
Scraped old rubber
On the fading gray tiles
Paper knowledge
Folded, marked, burned and shredded
Heroin images
A stain of blasphemy
Ignorant fingernails
Scraping at fragile minds
Grasping the dirt
The last small bit of sanity
A mindless foundation
A cut up old rag doll
A smooth flow of memories
Slashed in vivid, bright images
The pale cheek of confusion
Slipping slowly away
Seeping out through the pores of a once beating heart
It all came upon
Each tainted shoulder
Sinking in deeply
The blood lining the floors
Slowly weeping down the sides
Of the scarlet brick building
Spattering the walls
With a new coat of paint
Dyeing my hands with a pigment of red
A blatent harsh red, like the image of suicide
Like the plumpest red lips
Like the darkest red rose
Like fingernails scraping the chalkboard
It tore open my chest
Broke through my ribs
The cracking and snapping of them
As they fell to the floor
It ripped out my heart
And severed my soul
I wanted to carve out a paltry piece for you
A trivial piece of the glowing life I contained
The door fell of it's hinges
As my eyes rivaled the viscous puddles of garnet
Dark crimson agony
It rippled in twisted lament
As I drew out my finger
My eyes swamped with panic
Scraping at the horrified setting
The air thick with a scent
Of hatred and chaos
The screams in the darkest hours of night
When the world was a cave
And innocence was torn apart by the seams
I took it upon myself to hold you in my arms
Trying to retain the soul in your body
I held down the sticky pale skin
Grasping the jagged metal object in my hand
Wrenching it out of your chest
And slamming it down to the floor
I wanted to give a second chance
A joy that is almost impossible to find
A life that is actually lived and not bottled up
A dance in the rain
A breath of fresh air
The awe of a butterfly
Or the ants building tunnels
Anything that could be sacrificed
To let you live
Realization sets in quickly
In a divergent mind
But the use of it varies
Both a gift and a curse
The things that must happen
To strenghten the soul
Of each and every being
Their path must be taken
And granted a chance
To stop this would be interfering
And to the ache of my heart
The pain stricken tears
His last breath uttered
"Thank you"
And I walked slowly away...