In the silent void, a scream erupts, A cry of despair, an unhealed wound, Echoes in the caverns of my soul, Tearing apart the fragile threads.

Loneliness, a shadow dark and cold, Its scream a whisper, yet deafening still, Robbing me of peace, stealing sanity, A haunting specter, relentless and chill.

Sadness weeps with a voice so raw, Its scream a lament, a mournful call, Washing over me like a tide of sorrow, Drowning dreams in its sorrowful thrall.

Injustice screams with a burning rage, A fire ignited, a righteous blaze, Its cry a thunder, a demand for change, Shaking the ground, breaking the cage.

Hate's scream is venom, a bitter taste, A poison spreading, consuming space, It coils around, constricts my heart, Darkening the light, tearing apart.

Disgust screams with a twisted sneer, A revulsion felt, intense and clear, Its cry a shudder, a turning away, From the filth and lies that mar the day.

These screams, they echo, never cease, A cacophony that robs my peace, Relentless hounds from the depths of hell, Their cries a torment, a cursed spell.

Each night they rise, these spectral screams, Invading sleep, disturbing dreams, Crying out with a feral might, Turning calm to endless night.

In the quiet, they howl and wail, A relentless force, a ceaseless gale, Eroding sanity, fraying the mind, Leaving only despair behind.

I scream back, but the sound is void, Lost in the chaos, my voice destroyed, A silent plea in a storm so vast, A whisper drowned by the screams' cruel blast.

These screams, they bind, they chain, they break, A heavy burden, a soul at stake.