Vacancy

As the anger fades
As the fury dies
The heart slows
The pen flies
Acrossed this page
Constructing plots
Making plans.
Along the darkened
Thin red lines
Is where the misunderstanding
The giving up
The giving in makes its mark.
Taking unproductive strolls
Through tunnels of frustration
Say my name. Call for me down dim lit streets
And empty halls
Watch my head not turn
Watch me stop and buckle at my knees
Sobbing and crying as I hit the floor
Watch the pain, the fallen, suffocating heart.
Stop and stare
Turn your back
You cannot bear
To even breathe the same damn air. . . .
As the pale, black haired boy
With the very heart that you destroyed.