3 November 2012
World is cruel. It ain't scary. Fear is just. Imaginary.
Behind bars. Of darkness. All alone. More or less.
Mentally. I cut my wrist. I ask myself. Do I exist?
I hide myself. Behind the pain. Who am I? Am I insane?
I do not cry. I simply shout. I scream my heart. Out.
All I am. Silent screams. All I had. Fear of dreams
Locked in here. Chained my soul. A desperate roar. A silent growl.
Silently Screaming • Opuss № I