eats his own screams

 

purity can be so hard

thwarting the echo of a mind

long wavering beneath the faith

negating life and mourning

 

i scream a little scream

it gains momentum

and becomes a globe within

 

i mark the moments

like a clock watcher

pinning his hopes on

armageddon

 

i begin to louder now

partake of the breath

it becomes me

drives me on

like a strange spirit

lofty and dead

but hidden within

 

i scream now

in falsetto

words cannot escape

sounds, disgruntled

and afraid, scare me

sacred songs of the deep

 

without moving i eat

eat the screams

feed on them

like a mantic eucharist

 

this is my life,

my death, i feel

strangely alive

and blown away

by the strength

of the pain

i eat and i scream

transparent now

 

transparency is further away from purity

than a scream from a soul