AN: ...........

Stains streak the walls in crimson swirls.

Marking past scuffles.

Buried Remorse.

When the clock strikes 3, he stumbles again on the scene

Cards in hand, there he stands

And I know he’s been at it again.

Witness it in the way he stands.

Stumbling, Fumbling, Pondering, Wondering.

Looking for something amidst everything and nothing.

Retracing steps on cracked floorboards.

Mother screams.

The darkness festers within me.

It marks the beginning of another spiel.

The blood, the carnage, amidst all the fear.

He turns to me. Crazed like fire on grass.

Blood-shot eyes. A macabre grin.

Laced together with an alcoholic bouquet of a poisonous pomegranite scent.

It deceives. It shifts. It plays make-believe.

But never. never. never to me.

Alcohol. The scent of death does whisper. Alcohol. Mr. Death does greet. Before he enters your soul and filches your heart.

Soiled into nothing with the taste of tobbacco.

The shadow draws nearer. I pray it doesn't take me under. Down into the realm of Hade's I have been.

And I recoil into nothing.

Squinting, Breathing, Watching, Waiting. HOPING.

Blinded now. In a painful ecstasy. Limbs fading, agonizingly retracting.

Wet waterfalls spew, amid deranged hair. The blood of the hunter upon his deer.

Falling to nothingness I'm left alone. Succumbing to the darkness that has taken my soul.

The darkness. The pain. The torturing silence that drowns me with eversible agony.

With trails of maroon as his remnant, he leaves.

Leave me, food for the shadows, hungering for the blissfully dead.

Never to be the Father I knew.

Here I Lay. Pained. Unloved.

ABUSED.

R&R? Anyone?