The Red

 
There we were
At the crossroads of life and death
Caught between misery and reaching into the beyond
Screaming at the top of my lungs trying to wake the dead
Trying to drown by drinking the oceans dry
But it would not be the end…

I felt the whip and belt
But the welts weren’t enough and so I asked for more
I put the knife into her hands serving a hard dose of truth
Wanting to spill my guts
Because I craved to see the red
Yet it would not be the end…

There we were
She was threatening a man who was riding a suicidal tidal wave
In a lake of fuel and gasoline
But this was no ordinary match
I would light the entire earth because the fury wouldn’t let me see
And still it was not the end

There I was
Between water and electricity
Longing for the shock of a lifetime
Because I wanted see my demise in her eyes before I left this world
And yet fate wouldn’t have it
It wasn’t yet my end

Here I am
Remembering the face and phase of rage and toxicity I reveled in
For the self-loathing and destructive person that I was
For the guilt I carried but then buried in the graveyard of the past
Watching a new sunrise
At peace
Waiting…