Screaming Endlessly

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I'm sitting here

and I have no idea why,

But what I do know is that my eyes are wet. 


I touch my eyes

and I realize that I'm crying.


How could this be?


I was a perfect stranger

enslaved to this feeling of crucification.


But this is a wild, wild world

Everyone's just holding their peace.


I feel for you

Why don't you feel for me? 

I know I'm a less perfect portrait of porcelain,

A less perfect version of you;

Those were the days

Now there is distance that separates us

And that distance is the cool air that hits the nakedness of the flesh.


That cool rush of air reminds me of these pictures of you

They're a perfect allusion to prove 

That certain things really shatter every sermon.


You know what?

Let's make it rain;

You and me!

Let's see who can make it rain harder!

You'd see fire way too soon; this fury is killing me

But now I'd know that I would no longer be a slave to this broken, broken feast.


This could end somewhere,

Maybe it could end here

Between the lines,

a drug that keeps each of these deafening sirens calling.

It's blinding me the same way that it plugs out my hearing.


We entered this crazy cave 

It made us believe that we could be broken together;

Can anybody hear me?

I feel like I'm screaming in a crowd

but you put me on mute. 


I just want to be held

I want to escape from all of this

This entire world is disguised in this theatrical stage

I want to be led out of the dark,

So somebody lead me!


I'm a machine

Running on permenant setting

That couldn't

Ever

Be changed.


I refuse to wait,

No more, 

Please...

No more.


I wanna push back the dark

I wanna break these rooftops 

I wanna be high on my own silhouette.


Let's not scream any more rancid breaths

We're already inside out;

We're inside out!

But we're mostly

Ever so shattered and stolen,

Barren with our naked bodies spread out.

There's a devil.

Among us,

Within us–

I have an idea, though

Let's murder it,

Let's tranquilize it!


But dear sister, tranquilize me first

Because you turned me into this devil

It lives within me forever and ever.


Irony, yes? 


That's what I said before I saw you run me over.


I'm screaming endlessly.

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