Tunnels of Darkness

         He walked through the stumbling passage ways in the crisscrossed village of cars.  Rambling through unspoken tunnels in and out of the darkened holes of life, where everything is forgotten.  Collapsed upon himself, pupils burned by the past, searing it into him.  Exploded images on his brain slamming past the lids of conscientiousness.  Flashes of it still burned throughout the synapses, life and love, death and decay.  Ravines in his arms, tracks of the past, portholes to the demons of his brain.  The blade still soaked, skating along the skin.  The god's favorite play thing, set free from this trap by blood.  The flashing lights of his return beam through the haze of his over cooked mind.  Red stains the air and life spills from the doors of the heart.  Hands grasp at what was, tracing in the blood the trail of his past.  Smile on his lips, life dropping from his hands.
         Skim across to the youth of life.  Another smile on his lips.  Children run through a sky bathed by the sun, swimming in the life of a cool a wind.  15 years on his planet, seeing images of the love and of the hope that we all used to know but seldom remember.  Entering from the left his mom slipping back into his world.  Faulty smile on her lips, water dripping from her eyes.  Whispers from her mouth crash the day.
         “Dad is not coming home. . .” 
         Intoxication breeds death that always catches the innocent.  His dad trapped in a cage of metal.  The clash of steel on steel still rumble through the air.  The blanket pulled from their bodies, the icy wind hitting hard.  Foundations turn to sand dropping them to the depths of civilization.  Like the bugs of this planet they hustle through life looking for what was and should still be.  Finally it presents its self, the soothing chemicals push through the lungs.  Displaced from existence he feels no regret over the road that he wandered upon.  His mom appears in and out of his world slowly fading from existence.  Pulled along the strings of life she cries at night without him.  Following the black passages to find a cure she plunges into his world.
         Together they swim through the murky waters.  Though they never see each other they feel the ripples in the waters.  Deeper they drown into this new world forsaking the memory of their loss.  As they stumble through their days they fall into each other, revulsion in their throat, tears on their hands.  The mom snapped back into love, pulled from the edge by the sight of her flesh already falling.  His leather hide wrapped to his dry bones.  Marred by hobbies, chemicals hiding in the shadows of his mind.  Images warp around his eyes, truth falls out and monsters from the corners creep in.  Tugged by his hair, sweat dripping from every inch, yanked from one reality to another down towards the center of it.  Wings wrap around him lifting from the darkness.  The motherly embrace pulls him back to the brink, back to his room, shivering and cold, mother's hand on his head. 
         Rain of tears from their eyes, life is broken but they still have all the pieces.  Angels from high, and demons from on low, fight over his life.  Pushing and pulling at the forces that shape.  Out from the shade springs darkness eternal, stabbing through his mom.  Thunder and lighting spring from metal.  Debts left over from the past claim the future.  And she finds her husbands embrace on the cool pavement.  The last words are always meant to be loving and meaning, a thing that is never forgotten.  Not this time. Not “we can pay him later.”
         As the strings break between them they send him ricocheting back.  The heart of an angel trapped in the body of a demon he calls to the heavens for an end to this last beginning.  Found in the dark hole of his home.  Protection from the outside world can claim revenge.  Soft medal curves wrapped around a new age symbol of death.  Little missiles to pierce little homes of the soul.  The flashes of it, inkblots of red and black.
         His rebirth complete, a monster to fight the monsters.  Let loose in the labyrinth of the future life he hunts his tormentors.  Battles seize the pavement as red waterfalls build on the stairs.  An angel of retribution or a demon of death, neither really matter, only names given to past actions.  The present is wrapped in gashes and hot metal.  The den of sin cleansed, though the stink still hangs heavy.  Falling to the streets the reality is unearthed.  Covered in blood his eyes sting.  No one left.
Life drains from inside of him as the comforting flash of blue and red passes by.  The finals images flip through his eyes as he weakly cries out his apologies to the world.  His body turned to trash in the streets.  Left for days to rot.  Dust to dust, life to death.