He broke it down

The door
Shattered under
His outrageous justifications
With battered bloody fingers
They hung like gravy
Off the ends of his fragile sticks

Behind
It was a tragedy
Telling of all the sorrows
He painstakingly nailed to his soul
With railroad spikes

He used thick regret
To build iron walls behind his eyes
Bricked, hard and industrial
A prison for the mind
Then the hammers would fly

His blind rage
Served him
(Fucked him) well
Was it odd
That he vomited  
Eggs and bourbon at the sight
Of his own sick reflection?

This rumination
Held the secrets
To his blindness
In a pool of garbage water  
Inside a rusty dumpster
Covered with splinters and blood

He was a child diva
Smashing down innocent doors
In vain tantrums
A countenance of
Swamp gas poisoning the air
Blood parachuted
From his eyes as tears