silent screams

Silent screams. A silent scream of a choking breathlessness, a burning without light I have heeded to a broken voice I dive passionately into my new dark world Every time I need you more and more, I need the call of a penetrating odour to be louder, so loud I can feel it all the way through the sketchy remembrance of youth A collection you hide away in the backroom of your awareness, the words stay trapped, go now, push the demons back into their basement They live there, stitching all those ravenous tears in pleasure, they whittle out into a delightful dungeon, living with only the lush calls so trapped below They live there with their shame and guilt of discovery, feeding off themselves with raping hunger Survive to crave their touch and rejoice in their laughter A darkened anger, a liveable crucifixion Folie a’ deux’ Free my will. Fly my wounded soul into the healing of the night Explode my skin so I can feel something move; mould my touch so I can know the forbidden taste in you I visit predator and prey to know the barking of my heart, a heart that is riveted with the words of ‘I don’t know you’ Settle in and raid my melting pulse, I want you to break my healing heart The craving to heal, the need to bear witness to those whom have no voice To have the courage to live with a forgiving heart, inside the whiteness of the ice dunes Free my conditioned isolation, forsake my own strong will to leak over again, let time divorcee my heart and seal the crying of my mark Holds my hand and never be alone again