tedious morn on wasted limbs pass the empty hours of nothing sworn to live mine by these high machines yet a decade and a catalytic thought behind screaming in silence so no one hears screaming in silence and bleeding dry tears tired eyes in circles sweep the spaces of a burgeoning psychosis must in every passing moment see only the darker side of things screaming in silence so no one hears screaming in silence and braving the fears keep on diseased and strayed contemplate possible destinations- above the dreamful skies, in tedious rooms within the self, upon the grave screaming in silence so no one hears screaming in silence lend me your ears