Can we transverse this tragedy
That happened once to you , to me
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams
Can we stifle our deafening screams
For nothing is ever what it seems
Do we have it within, do we have the means
To sidestep the pain
That still rattles in our brains
In our hearts
Even though they're torn apart
Do we dare to even start?

Often I have a dream
That leaves me full of fear,
For in said dream I scream
But nobody can hear.

Athough in my worst dreams,
The stuff of my nightmares,
Others can hear my screams
But not one of them cares.

Listen.
Can you hear my screams while I say nothing

Muffled are the screams of joy

As the sun creases my eyes open
It ignites, starts an explosion
It continues the erosion
Inside my head
It all turns red
It's where it's bled

I shake the cobwebs from my head
Looking into the future with dread
New tragic things will come my way
Try as I might to keep it all at bay

The residue from last night's dream
The echo of my screams
The bright warm sunbeams
Can not chase away
The thoughts of the day
Where my demon play

I live a life where smiles are miracles
Happiness is only mythical
It all leaves me cold and miserable
Guess that's why I'm so cynical
All I really want is a life that's livable

I look upon the skies
I feel the wind, the grass beneath my feet
I breath I live, I wonder
I hear the screams.
"Look out!"
"But I am blind" I whisper.
And then I get hit by a truck.

The rides full of adrenaline
The crowd full of laughter
The air full of a variety of smells

A carnival
A place of fun and enrichment

The carny grounds
Someone ends up hurt
Dies on sight

A carnival
Now a place that is closed

An empty place
Full of empty rides
Silent laughter

A carnival
Only a place of dares and bad choices

More death arises
More lost souls wandering
The carny grounds beginning to fill again

A carnival
No longer a place of fun and enjoyment

Screams fill the air in the night
Rides never stop running
A haunting of what was once a beautiful place

A haunted carnival
A place where the spirits roam

I have cried these eyes empty,
Time and time again, I know
The hurt.
Cold caves on my face, Stone
Wells are my expression.
Wells never deep enough to trap the small girl,
But always hollow enough to have her screams remain
And echo

Throw your coins in and make a wish
Before the water washes out.