I know you think I'm crazy
and you're probably right, I am
but I cannot suppress the screams
and don't want to, even if I can
It's a bitter taste, the dying cries
the last note of a scream as it dies
it'll bring the sting of tears to your eyes,
it's a bittersweet release I crave
and call me insane, or psychotic or crazed
but I cannot withstand the temptation
the need burns me and prods me and taunts me,
like a festering inflammation
and I call to the darkness in the light of day,
for the shadows I need, to whisk me away
I'll die if I leave, but I won't survive if I stay,
and the chains only wrap tighter still,
and my screaming turns to a whisper,
as the breath catches in my throat
living like this is torture,
but it's the only life I know.
