SCREAMING

I'm standing on top of burnished building -

Nothing inside

except for this feeling

That nothing else matters but pointing my finger...

Preaching

& teaching

& screaming my feelings

DOWN

on the populace -

my screaming is singing...

But when sun sets

& mood swings

& pain is my instrument...

When I crawl

& I curl up

& wrap myself round.

They find me next morning...

Desiccated & drowned.

No one knew him -

That is what they will say...

But the dead understand that inside me he screamed.