Dissolved

My hand is shaking from the nervousness inside.
I'm about to open the door that leads to the darkness.
When it happens I'll take it all in stride.
I'm not afraid to show you the madness.
The conflict that ensues brings more chaos.
It doesn't end with a simple concentration of peace.
The hate that rips me apart is raw.
This hate is something that I feed.
I receive remorse for the hate that I create.
Yet, I give none to the weak who cry for me.
They cry because I show them this crumbling slate.
Like the ash white snowfall, the tears fall individually.
These tears congeal in the light of the moon at night.
In time the chaos will be solved.
I'll just go outside when the sun starts to rise.
And watch the tears dissolve.