I keep hearing screams but I'm not screaming
I keep smelling blood but I'm not bleeding
WHOSE screams are screech-screaming?
WHOSE blood is stream-bleeding?
Is there a madness to this sanity?
Is there a gate to my Vanity?
Can I open this door to discover,
Who might be behind this cover?  

I keep hearing your screams.  Why screaming?
I can taste your blood.  Are you still bleeding?
If there is an answer, let it be quiet.
I don't want to hear it; I'll riot.
So many people can smell your blood
Why don't they run and staunch the flood?
All the screams are echoing loud
No one ever walks within the shroud

It never stops, not ever; screaming
And you must be dry, dry from bleeding
How many days lie still in waiting?
How many men die while hating?
I know it can't be true
You must be dead; it's true

You've screamed and screamed, yet your screaming
You've bled oceans and rivers; still bleeding
Visage cold and still; it's quiet
Play at life but I don't buy it
I've heard your call for days and ages
You've bled enough to fill my pages

How can it be that you haunt me still?
You screams and blood no longer thrill
My standard of living comes from your dying
Men laugh, smile and nod while lying

Ten leagues lie between my heart and soul
That space is filled with a screaming hole
That hole is filled from bottom to top
Blood pours over and doesn't stop
In that pit I find you still
You live so long as I will

Screaming stops when bleeding ceases
Scars and wounds and paper creases
You're screaming because I can't find you
You're bleeding because I can't help too

Whose screams are still yet screaming?
Whose blood is it that's always bleeding?
I know you're in there, in the dark
Just say something, call out, “hark!”
But never will your screaming halt
I know this bleeding is my fault
Left alone in a cold sad place
I don't even know your face