Tuesday 8:36 PM
Sometimes I just feel like SCREAMing Could I scream so LOUD To create an illusion? That the vibrations of my PAIN penetrate the ears of the addicts of my generation. Be broken. Like Glass. That the lessons of my life may bring healing? By a new found passion. By my howling scream? Once I was a heathen. Caught in a web. In a downward vicious spiral. Could my screams create a ripple? To bring dreams to a hope rising. I DON’T WANNA GIVE UP. I DON’T WANNA DIE YOUNG. Once lost and full of dope. HOMELESS. DIRTY. HUNGRY. I DON’T WANNA DIE alone. Die a JANE doe. LOST with no hope. That’s the past. When my SCREAMS were internal. When I began to let go.. Release my screams.. GROWLED and HOWLED. I reached out of the DARK CONfusion of addiction. Out of the broken lifestyle that hummed BROKEN DISASTER. Not until then could the light travel faster than sound. The sound of my screams, Once lost but now FOUND.