Stained Heart

Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away, The bottled up visions just start to sway. Each person enters through the exit door, But they don't know what is in store. The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by, Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie. Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee, Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee. Clothes stained with a contained, red feeling, Mad man eyes that will send you reeling. Burnt out, with scribbles on paper and life, Thinking it will eliminate the thought of knives. Old mistakes remain, though future still waits, Many stains, unable to rid of my old traits. Explore a big world, and microscopic sights, But now it's time to see the bright lights. Open one last memory from long ago, All the bad ones, but good ones in tow. Together again, I hope, after the demolition, The day I belonged in myself after the transition.