I Scream

A column of abused air escapes from these lips, threatening to shatter the barrier of sound, and the perfect, airtight supposition of what is right. Things that just are drip off the once, well-laid table of reality, for I am screaming. I leave nothing but a black hole where silence used to be; A black hole with a golden halo where silence refuses to be replaced, so louder, I scream, more insistent than before. I can remain unseen, But I will be heard, and, from these cracked and torn lips, will rage with the bulls that were never taken by the horns, and the "I's" that refused to be dotted, and the "T's" that scorned crossing. And even when, over the entire earth, lays a thick film of dirty truth, mined from my lungs, I will continue to scream, and bury the world with the weight of it.