Breaking Down Doors Part 2

• Artist: Chaotica Leonus
• Description: Part 2 of Breaking Down Doors. I don't know. I was playing Pokemon, and all of that. I just decided to write it down. Part 1 should be about his earlier life, but I think this poem is clear enough on its own. I simply wanted to try and put into perspective things like this when they happen. Is it really the person's fault when they weren't taught anything but hate? Or worse yet, nothing at all from their parents? That is what this poem is about. The cycle of hate.
• Date: 05/14/2009
• Tags: breaking down doors part

Young man in a rut
With nothing but the gun in his hand
He thinks seriously about what he's doing
The past brandished and bland

Their vows so sweet and true
To finally find peace, he thought was good
But love isn't always simple and clean
And Breaking Down Doors always hit the scene

Little annoyances, small but wary
Bugged his soul, beyond irritation
And so the arguing started, but never ceased
Mostly driven by him, his need to mean

He takes a careful look at that gun and what he's done
Prays to God, the first time in twelve years long
Asks why he's cursed, and the vision occurs
The cycle of hate, left to bleed at his soul

"You must be crazy, you must be insane
Breaking down my doors at age eighteen"

He drove her insane with his arguing spree
She must have feared him doing something hazy
And ran away from all that hate
For fear instilled her heart to break

"I'm a ******** idiot, I had no clue
That I was this violent, that I could do this to you"

God damn parents, with their god damn hate
This boy has sinned
Aren't you proud of what you made?

He stands over her corpse, three bullets deep in her head
And the flowing tears of a monster
Oh, they never seem to end
Comprehend
She was seven months pregnant, with that baby girl
His anger took him, breaking down doors again

If life had equivalence, then his thoughts were stuck on this
"I'm sorry baby, let this make up for my sin"

That dash of death, pointed at temple blank
The poor boy wants to live, but his life is that of hate
So he pulls that trigger
"Damn, it's a ******** blank"

And those doors break down again
He seems to be on the receiving end
Captured on murder, the police are proud
Guilty he pleads, the crime of infection drowned

At least he has time to think about it now
For jail doors are hard to break down
But if it weren't for the hate his parents spewed out
Where would he be now?
Not Breaking Doors Down