Distorted Sunrise

she knew that road well traveled it many times in the past that was the past but when asked she said "i do" although she knew knew it too well. he knew too probably more so than her of troubled times and sleepless nights until the doors slammed him awake time and time again. he took a new step a different path she followed him down the narrow aisle and when asked said "i do" until... the moon, almost full term stalked the sky and poisoned his mind until the night air became thick, and muffled with screams as it coughed up two lives and painted an unborn sun on a makeshift horizon of asphalt and gravel in a quiet town that cries itself to sleep down a road it never knew existed. she knew and when asked said "i do" until death do us part. the doors slammed him awake time and time again he knew that road got sidetracked now found his way back but he knew hell would be a lonely place when the door slammed him awake. he walked it anyway to the beat of steel and asphalt mingling with stolen beads of sweat from a crimson rise that will never come through lifeless eyes or a door that slams him awake time and time again. (about a convict that was released in a halfway house in the town i lived in...a quiet town...he remarried his wife...days later, he took her life and her daughters as people walked the streets....)