Sour Screams

In the inmost part of my extrinsic insoluble mind There is a berth that you have to leaf thoroughly through to find A vicinity that's scarred by years of heartless crime Like a flask with echoes of sour screams, overflowing with cries Keeps me roused at eventide with a toothless grin Wondering if I'll be tolerable for once in my continuance and when Day spring comes and then my dusty attic generates a spin Arise and get costumed, as it starts all over again