A silent scream

A silent scream

My mind is craving,

Craving for something more,

Aimlessly its craving,

Scratching on a closed door,

Drops of sweat wet my brow,

Maybe someone is watching me,

The incubus grows on me somehow,

I see the madman, his stare squashing me,

I grow weak, breath shallow,

Laboring through each breath,

Madman approaches to swallow,

Tiptoeing, accosts my death,

Slowly, he comes and touches my hand,

Sucking the marrow from my bones,

Stinking air blows from the marshy land,

My whole life flashses by, room fills by my moans,

The dots of my life didn't connect down the road,

I failed to spell my existance code,

Deserted the boulevard once I strode,

And found a madman pointing his gode.

QOUTE:

~ We are all part of the same Compost Heap ~

From the movie Fight Club