The Scream

I can feel it

Roaming in my guts

Gnawing at my bones

Burning my veins

Like poison

I close my eyes and my lids are raw

Scrapping my sight and my sanity

One blink and it blows

Piercing my mind with his irony

I can feel it

It's trapped, I'm caged

Ready to throw it up

But my lips are sewn

I swallow and die

If only I had let it out

The scream.