Screaming

Looking for that place to scream That doesn't share my dreams That silent well of echoes Where all my thoughts go A canyon or forest or someone's face Just any where besides the bony place Where I can say what I'm thinking And hear it out loud, drinking

The sound of my voice until I'm hoarse But I never will, of course Because I have to stay wound up Just keep it bound up So that I don't scare you Or the others too Please give me something, somewhere Please let me find the someone who cares Enough to see past the smiles to the hurting

Where my thoughts are skirting The inevitable conclusion Of this reality delusion Of peace and calm My mind is a ticking time-bomb Going off every few seconds Until my heart is reckoned and bleeding out through my shouts and cries and choking sighs I hate it