Family cell Breakdown

A slam of a door, cracks like a freight train running through midnight skies
screams, yells, and screeches echo into far corners of the darkened corridors
I feel a sense of discomfort, one I unfortunately am use to
the twisting of my stomach, the dryness in my throat and the pure pain of heart and head
multiply as fast as cells reproduce

but the family cell here isn’t reproducing, no its self destructing
imploding and exploding a 1000 times over with the combined heat and hate
contained in hell's kitchen
sonic booms of objects flying like across the room like missiles
and the resulting tears and sores that would be fallout from a critical hit

the scene of family blood spilled not in the breaking of veins
but in the breaking of the ties that use to bind them
like a suspension bridge with its wires cut, twisting and turning in the violent winds
that whisper and scream hate filled words from the depths of one's soul
the scene is to hurrying and once again the sense of discomfort overwhelms me again

I jump right into the line of fire, having the cascading words of pain and hate bounce off me as if I was some superhero to the rescue
I wish I was than I would have the integrity to not let my heart absorb the hurt I felt outside of me
separating the two forces was like tearing the fabric of reality apart, no point to it now

instead just let the last brick of the bridge fall and have the eye of the storm enter
enter long enough for me to add the bandage to the broken bones of this problem
seems so pointless to go on, but I try anyways maybe to save my sanity along the way
She was there crying, gasping, causing self infliction that made my own blood boil
any hotter I would have evaporated every cell in my body

my words came to deaf ears, but it was really muffed out to her constant screams and wails
the calls would sometimes bring back the storm but I managed to contain it this time
all my help couldn’t help as she refused to listen, or maybe she listened and refused to believe it

this storm had broken bridges, torn blood, and soon I would get a flat line on the survivor
suicide would have ended the pain, but I rather fucking trudge through it all than let it end that way
my mind raced as I spoke more, enough words to fill a university textbook
and it seemed through constant nagging and matter of fact speeches I had won some sort of victory

those dark clouds seemed to part away now, moonlight only left
the battle was one, but this war was far from over
a new bridge would be formed, fragile, as hell as it was a tissue bridge
easily rippled to any sign of distress
the cell for now self contained, no multiplicity that’s for sure

So I put away my cape, and I rest to think
my words my composure still shaken, as the air grows warm
time had passed and those past faint screams could still be heard
in my mind anyway
the damage was done, blood spilled property destroyed

but still had that twist in my stomach
that would fade to but not soon enough to keep me in peace
I fear one day those clouds would rejoin
and I might not be there
just hope the echo of my words would keep peace

for now I’ll lay my shield down and enjoy the moonlight