The Screaming'

Piercing ! shrill is this sound corrupting the unbreakable silent stare,
of unmatched tormented bonds ,incarceration of the consciousness.
Blood soaked and razor edged barbs confining any visions of a futuristic glance,
yet still able to echo through winding ,dark chasms of reminiscence and helplessness.

I chance to dare my self some utterance in embroilment of my fears
though within this void am I cognizant of that which is forged of leather shackles
beyond starvation of love and banished to secluded worlds.
Hardly enough content in the isolation of numerous ,timeless and repetitious tears.

Blemish of scars that have scrolled they're torment deeply since long past flesh,
by one who would defy all of worth of me,and brandish the name of 'Father',but still
purchase a need to reinforce in me as of being nothing more than that of a 'Bastard'.
Holding me fast with bone crushing will, in so much fury, I dare not look into his face.

In violence of thunderous storms,strike upon bone,whilst under lightning flashed
rage.
Crawling on the crimson blood stained surface of which I am strewn aimlessly
across a broken and uncertain promise in shattered glass.
My archaic,self indulgent, chaotic task master throws me to an unforeseeable cage.
Without locks upon doors, are these walls without chains to abandon the physical
manifestations.

With all that has passed, my mind will seek a price for solace,but then should
solace afford of such a price within anguish of guilt.
In raptured cries of night unto which I release to all, who bear witness of torturous,
unrecognizable and unsighted revenge.
So then to my trust,not even to whom that may trespass against nightmare or dream,
Faulting the hurt of my own visitations of deeds that to me have been done.
I convene my search for reason ,but inwardly the soulless self will be in knowledge
that 'Forever will I scream'