Blood Red Door

I need to get out

too much creeping doubt

filtering down
into these already muddy surrounds

starting to swamp me now
I faced Death
Death paced around
tapping his scythe on the ground
and my heart started to pound

Space closing
walls feel imposing
I'm losing my focus
and it's making me dozy
too cosy inside
this crazy head cage
I'm just a product of my rage
and the stains
that poured
onto my page

Ink that splattered,
when I thought that my thoughts mattered
when my glass wasn’t shattered
and my shell wasn’t cracked or battered
I battled to break the cycle
but I was already on a downward spiral

a bottle smashed,
a party crashed
a dozen or more times my heart's
vinyl record was scratched
destined to repeat the same mistakes
Death stands in wait
my final seconds were etched
on skin taut and stretched

This itch
just won’t quit
to feel pain
down in the pits
a hole not a ditch
filled with puddles
strained tear floods

blood stained floor

still it poured
Death held my hand

led me towards the
red tinged door
and I still wanted more

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.