Now they want to come back,

Counter attack.

Reverberation of statements the mind wishes to retract.

A constant stream of this vivid waking dream,

Imagining a world painted with images,

Not scenes.

Screams.

They’re challenging again,

The force of which bonds the paper with the pen.

Again,

Hear their violent cries from below.

Cruelty,

Shame,

Each branded by the chain.

Ravenously searching for a new soul to tame.