Poetry from a madman

Daughter:
She opens the door to find the child
huddled in the corner curled in a ball
this child is bleeding her heart is torn
her soul worn from the battles and scorn
The childs tears mix with her mothers
their pain is dealt by others
she cries out loud now her pain is too much
no one cares about her issues and such
her mother tries to comfort and hold her at bay
but this pain it grips and it stays
it is not ready to let this tortured soul free
so it tears deeper and blinds her to see
her mother sits and cries and continues to try
to help her daughter see through the lies
but her daughter is riddled with pain
and her arms red with this external stain
the suits walk in now a moment to late
her daughter now stands at heavens gate
This pain was just to much to bare
so her daughter cut with so much care
the veines that feed her weak little shell
her only fear now is she will rot in hell
The casket is shut now and tears they are shed
down heavens path this poor soul is led
a life lived in pain
a death by red stain
and finally she is at rest
and can let it all off her chest

Empty bed:
A soul thats tortured
wanders through the night through hellish dreams
to awaken to a large bed with one half empty
a spot left open that was once filled
his eyes fill with tears and he begins to shake
pushes away his feelings he stands up
with shaking hands he slowly dressed
clothing pulled from a pile on the floor
slumps down the hallway and opens the fridge
nothing but rotten food and take out
grabs the milk thats long gone sour
takes a sip and spits it back out
wanders to the table and sits down to read
looks accros the table at the empty spot
staring he can almost make out her outline
her pleasant smile and waving curls glimmer in the morning sun
all that once was can never be again and the vision fades away
his heart akes and his tears fall
this time there is no stopping
He fades to tears for a while untill they run dry
her voice still fresh in his mind he just melts
gathers his things and his hat and looks at the book
the book got him nowhere,
the book didnt save her
it stays home today
he wobbles out to the car and out the driveway
pulls into the dirt road and stops his car
a green field full of stones
he wanders through it untill he finds that special marker
the marker of his beloved
dirt still fresh from being moved
he drops to his knees pooring out tears
what once was dirt now turns to mud
he falls apart and cries out her name
Why her why her
take me instead, take me too
he is left alone now his tears wash her away
She is gone
buried deep and stolen from him
a lifetime of love lost in time
what once was beautiful now is gone
her hear has stopped a few days ago
but his still beats and aches in his chest
what once was love now is anguish.

A flash of light:
A flash of light and a puff of smoke as he takes this cancer in
and takes another sip from his glass of gin
Still he feels the irritation from earlier that night
his ragged shirt is staind red from this blight
he tries to wash it all away, this child of pain
these are just week attempts all in vain
nothing takes away that feeling inside
like two semi’s about to collide
this pain has yet to reach its peak
his future is starting to look bleak
he pulls himself away from everything he knows
from all of it he has to many scars to show
so he pulls himself away
for his sins he is going to have to pay
he wont drag anyone else down, its not their fault
his feelings locked away in a cold steele vault
This boy, a child of blight, will crumble down
all of this pain, his thorny crown
buried in his own shame
with only himeslf to blame
he will pay for his sins, with every living breath
because for him freedom would come from death