Scorched Earth Poem by Wayne McCullough

Visualize a silent scream and own it in your own soul.
This is how you can understand and empathize.
A scream of terror, a scream of malice, a scream of self realization.
I speak often of darkness that you cannot fathom, there are reasons why.

Picture emotions made of arctic ice, given shape and form.
Jaded beyond measure, but fueled by an inner desire beyond.
I wish to be liberated from my own lack of emotion.
Comprehension of these things is beyond the mental grasp of most.

I must tread lightly lest I lose carefully cultivated control.
I must not give in and go to far, seeing the world in crimson around me.
but the lovely color brings me joy, it brings deep seeded relief.
Pain, it gives bliss to inflict... suffering is my salvation.

I ingest your screams as if they are my only nourishment.
Please scream more and feed the part of me that starves.
I know you want this, need this, you provoke me towards it.

you are scared, don't be.... you will find yourself between the whimpers.
I will find myself between the screams.