Screamer Thing
Scream, scream, scream,
you screamer thing.
With bloodshot eyes
and broken wing.
Your closed up world's
frayed at the seams,
you just can't stop it
and so you scream.
You cannot fight.
You cannot talk.
Your thoughts are under
bolt and lock.
They all stop.
They all stare.
But none have heart,
enough to care.
They just laugh
as they fray your seams.
So now all you do
is scream.