3:00 am

  The voices they ring
 The voices they sing
of the pain and destruction
  that I would bring

  Anyone who gets close
will be the first to get burned
  Their screams a feast
which my distorted soul yearns

The screams, oh the screams
 delicious aren't they all
Of the tormented, the broken
those on the brink of the fall

  A scream filled with anguish
bottled pain no one would understand
Battling the terrors in her messed up head
Invisible attackers with voices of lead
 Voices of steel that cut into her flesh
  Clawing her so to leave their mark
   cornering her within the dark
       No where to run
         No where to hide
         Hands, arms over her head
              to try and disguise
             the facts that torment her
                   Pushing her to the brink

Screaming it all out
Blood-red eyes swimming in her tears
The vessel for her pain
for her hurt, her guilt
for her self hatred
for her insecurities
for her insanity
her madness

These screams are mine