I scream out into the dark,
will anyone hear this broken part
of me - I scream.

Claw through decay
to find my means.
The deeper I dig the deeper it goes
it seems - I scream.

Haunted by these ghastly things.
If only you knew the torment
that they bring - You'd scream.


As I set fixed below my broken hangman's,
I wish I could play these games like god can.
Write every secret with these tired hands,
then watch them wash away like...
hieroglyphs in the sand.

My pride is such a masochist whore.
Been bloody beaten and battered yet it begs for more.
And will conform, for the masses.
Transform, for their asses.
Then cower unto itself until the final storm passes.

All the dreams, that I've collected throughout my day.
Can be on a one-way track, coming straight my way.
Yet somehow the arrival gets delayed.
"Dispatch, we have a D.O.A."

I feel I have to look up, to see rock bottom.
While in the devils chokehold, and he's laughing "I got 'em."
I think he plans on holding on, even after I'm rotten.
But I don't give it too long until even he has forgotten.

I still eat, the debts I've paid.
To make sure they're digested, and for the familiar taste.
All these choices we have to make,
and I cant afford one mistake yet,
mistakes are all I've been known to make.

 "Surrender,
you...
Self righteous defender."

I screamed out into the dark,
and no one heard this broken part
of me - I screamed.

Laid in decay
gave up on my means.
The deeper I dug the deeper I sank
it seems - I screamed.

Haunted by these ghastly things.
If only I knew the solace your
life would bring.....





















































I'd












scream.