grandfather clocks and long talks about home boring thoughts clogging the dome under the bell jar everything is magnified my emotions become personified you are my anger, you are my sadness i scream from behind the glass you are my danger, you are my weakness i wish it was that simple of a reason
welcome to the horror show where webs from spiders stream and flow, where witches fly upon their brooms, offering poisoned apple brew where monsters play where shadows dance where screams are songs of violence masks go up, horns and crowns running running, away, around sew your ears and pluck your eyes this is the only way to stop your own demise
I am screaming for more I used to feel lonely and sad and was looking for a light I couldn’t reach the bright was down on my knees I overlooked you in my life, light
I am screaming for more want to reach heights and live again, without fights I am screaming for more don’t be sad, don’t’ feel alone everything is in front of you my friend, said once…
I am screaming for more nobody knows what waiting me I am alone and it devastates me I am only screaming for more to be again alive and full of dreams to survive in this world I am only screaming for more
I heard that Anger is a secondary emotion. I want to scream And tell them to look at me. I want to beat them up So they feel like I do. But I think I actually just want to cry And stop myself from hurting.
as a dead bird drops i fall into a silent place with echoes upon echoes of mind moving itself and i scream with the effort to speak of it to retrieve a speck of the chill fire to recognize and pronounce it a word or shape of word or confusion of word to bear it into a semblance