The Street of Blood

12/8/11

Walking down the alleys, avoiding prying eyes,
Frozen in terror, eyes wide open, praying that what I was seeing was lies.
Turned a corner, nearly screamed, what I saw made my skin itch like a rash.
The sheer horror of it a mind could not grasp.

I had wandered down the street of blood,
The one you always avoid like a flood.
The air was tainted with the stench of mangled metal and rotten fruit.
The pooling, sticky, substance as I walked began to cling to my boot.

I tried to turn away from the hell bound path.
But once you take a step there is no turning back.
Take a deep breath, take it soft and slow.
Deep in my heart, I knew I had to face it, there was no other way to go.

Drip.... drip....drip.... drip.... the sound was my only companion in my narrow abyss.
I knew the second I left this place, it would not be missed.
My God! Where is the source of this unsightly street, the cause of so much red!?
I look upward and find my answer, draining from the many gallowed heads.

I fall to my knees, screaming, looking at the souls of the damned
All these men, with the blood of the innocent on their hands.
They had taken pieces of my life from me, leaving my soul and happiness slain,
I felt such hatred there was nothing more I wanted but for them to feel my pain.

I could hear their moans, begging, pleading, for me to awaken them from this awful dream.
I gave a wicked smile, they were in my nightmare now, and I was the queen.
A sudden prick, the street fell away, and with drowsy eyes I regarded the world I now called home.
The world of doctors, nurses, pills, needles, blank walls and being alone.

Now I lie in my bed, wrapped in a snow white jacket.
All because one night a monster severed my family apart with a hatchet.
They tell me not to worry, as he was convicted and hung two years ago, yet my restlessness will never end.
Until I put a grinning knife to his throat and get my revenge.