It Feels Good To Scream

It feels good to scream. Too shout to the top of your lungs, with all your might, with all your pain, with all your air, that fills your black lungs damaged by years of cigarette smoke, to feel your dieaphram expand to feel your chest expand, to feel your heart skip a couple beats, thump. thump. thump. Put you face to the pillow breath in. Let it all come out. Let it all come out!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Feel the lunatic release from your head free the demons from your soul. Let it all out!!! Scream like there is no tomorrow, feel the pain go away. It feels good to scream, to get it all out. Then light a cigarette, breath in drink whiskey, red wine, sit at a hunched over position, at a typewriter and scream with words on paper and go down and get your screams published. Then everyone can read, and hear your screams and not just your neighbors. Let it all out!! It feels good! Trust me. It feels good. It feels good to let it all out, let it out, don't deny yourself freedom let it all go, free yourself, free your tourmented soul, fill your cancer filled, black lungs expand your chest, crack your sternum and feel the pain go. Let it all go. Let it all out!! It feels good to scream!