The Scream

He knows your pain
He feels the death hallows
That you seek In the night,
He hears your morbid
Music and sees your apocalyptic visions.

He feels the emptiness that you feel,
The emptiness that you need to fill,
Something, anything to kill
The pain that you feel inside.

He remembers that nobody understands
Why you are the way you are and nothing
They can do will stop you from
Thinking about things over and over again.

People tell you, “Don’t worry about things”,
“You worry too much”, like telling a
Heroin addict not to do heroin, like
Telling someone not to breath air.

Your insides well up to the point that you
Want to spew out a string of screams that
Would curl anyone’s toes, to need that
Explosion to keep from going crazy.

All you want is to get numb so that you can’t
Feel so much all of the time, you feel two
Hundred times more than anyone else and
The curse of that is more than you can bare.

Life is too fast and you can’t keep in,
Much less keep up, and you are running
Out of options of what to do next so you
Reach for another hit, drink, or sex partner.

They say “Seek God he will take care of your
Worry and pain”, But God made him this
Way to tell the story and to do the art,
Because he feels he can create.

He seeks God and God helps but it does
Not change who he is, he will always be
Searching to fill the hole in his soul,
Through one thing or another.

The search is who he is, if he did not
Question or have the hole to fill
What message would he give, what
Art would he create?