He walks as if in a dream
Trying to ignore the double edged words his father throws at his back
The once blindingly bright soul seeps into the blackness of his rage
The pain of hearing the hurtful screams
And the anger of not being able to control his spinning life begins to enclose his mind
Slowly he slips into a shelter of damning stares and bitter silence
As his throat aches to yell his feelings that are crawling under his skin
He closes his burning eyes that threaten to sear the very flesh of his father
Fighting to keep calm and sane
But blackness begins to drip over him
As all thoughts of right or wrong are slowly dispersed,
His hands wrap around a cold sheath of steel
The knuckles tighten around the jagged edges
And all control slips lose,
Echoed by his quick and angry movements
He has lost all coherent min abilities
His father falls to the floor,
Lifeless
The seemingly endless sound of bones crashing on wood harshly hits his ears
Blindly he stares at his hands
Blood traces the curves of his fingertips,
Caressing and stroking each indent
As the rage finally begins to crumple from his eyes,
Clarity and despair enters his vacant mind
What has he done?
His murderous slip of tightly reigned control will be the end of all things as he knows them
