Screaming, it never stops.
Every idea, every choice does nothing.
It flops.
These people giving me a headache
so bad it pops.

Torment, it never ends.
It hurts deep inside, something
like the bends.
Your love sending me and eagle,
though the is what love lends.

Desperation, ever enfolding.
Inside I can hear my mind scolding.
To death, my soul is ever bolding.

Screaming, Torment, and Desperation.
It's the way it's always been.
I've been waiting since I don't know when.
Waiting for the silence within.