Screaming though never heard.
Shouting without a single word.
Staring into the vacant lot.
Single lives that know no plot.
Sharing your soul's shattering sorrows.
Still you're hoping to hear back from them tomorrow.

Unhappy sounds of children's voices.
Understanding we'll grow up with no choices.
Utter silence but they talk so loud.
Under the stampede of the crowd.
Ugly paintings in the mirror.
Unholy horrors of ourselves we fear.

Rigid rhymes when writing.
Rolling your eyes in exhaustion of fighting.
Riddles spoken in pure tone.
Red teary eyes on the other side of the telephone.
Running backwards to win the race.
Rough weapons pointed at your face.

Frigid lightbulbs flashing.
Forgotten memories crashing.
Full of so much regret.
Fond of the thought you could forget.
Feeling hopeless in the cold.
Frustrated feelings never told.

Agony flourishing through your aura's energy.
Alone you find your life in jeopardy.
Acrobatics through expectation and risk.
Allowing them an unwelcome frisk.
Anxiety crippling you six ways.
Always remember it will start again on Sundays.

Calling with a voice barely perceptible.
Crawling to shelter though your presence unacceptable.
Callow creeping vultures come out to play.
Consent holding neglect everyday.
Cracking the surface of an eternal puzzle.
Clawing away at their hand forcing muzzle.

Emergency services ignoring requests.
Energy drained from the refused access.
Error in the somber air.
Ears clogged from reckless care.
Eerie isolation away from the accusations.
Ending the battle on unstable foundations.

Sweet silence suffocating your hunted, hopeless, surreal dreams.
Sharing your vulnerable violet story through your repressed surface screams.