These Screams

Are these screams from inside my mind?

Or out there?

Is it the theif?

The scent of ravaged swine in the air?



It conflicts though my tongue remains straight.

In this cursed world.

The truth they hate.


Their aim, the unblossomed an it's dark.

Sanity has boarded.

I cannot watch it debark.



The dark souls lurk. 

I hear what they dont say.

So much evil.There must be a God to whom to pray.



The rivers are lost, hills cry with are failure to fight.

Who am I?

If I cant write.