The Scream

The Scream A tiny seed was planted a time ago.. In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil, A lone main sat on a bridge look into space Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed... It lit a spark to what he had been waiting for faces, hands & feet Shallow pool of water at his side A willingness to go run away & hide Viscous long hanging fangs that fright blood dripping off side Satan laughing spreads his wings Faces in the window having storms in the night Eyes with darkened tombstones in his head The tale of the walking dead Having to get it out of his system Shades of darkened portals of yesterday's passing He must look deep inside having nothing to hide The stalk of the sprout is now bearing its timeless fruit