I hate it.
The fear.
The scream.
I scream.
It’s paralyzing.
It’s black.
It’s empty.
Into the hole.
There is no end.
I’m falling in.
Help me!
But it’s so quiet.
I can’t hear myself.
My scream.
I touch it.
It’s ice cold.
I’m taken aback.
I’m still falling.
I’m still screaming.
My voice is thunderous.
It becomes a storm.
A downpour.
There’s screaming.
The music is loud!
It’s so loud!
It’s fast paced.
It’s Scream-O.
There’s a mosh pit.
Let me out!
But I’m home.
This cave.
I’m here.
This scream.
I belong.
My scream.
It is a monster.
My life.
I am the monster.
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