Scream

I scream

Letting loose all My frustration, My confusion, My rage

Doing vocally what I am unable to do physically

Aural catharsis, emptying Myself of all emotion

I would rather be empty than feel like this

Rather feel nothing than feel this serpent coiling through My middle

Waiting to strike out at the nearest available target

Attacking without sentient thought, momentarily without regret

If only to give relief to the barely controlled violent beast

I am My Daemon’s keeper, he is not Mine

I am more than the sum of My parts

But some of My parts are stronger than others

I am not him, he is NOT Me

Though W/we are the same.

W/we scream.