There Was Someone Screaming Inside

wish it didn't happen

Moment I heard him speak 

Saw them 

Two lost boys 

Desert had

Forsaken them

Pretty wemon 

With ugly souls

As plenty as the sand

But they were dying of thirst

Flopping aimlessly, 

Sizzilng

As the quiet slipped away

As beautiful, meaningful, 

Simply in the moment

Became 

More and more scarce

And the voids within them

Only grew greater

The light within him

So endless

So shimmering

Seemed haunted 

By his past, 

Withered in the shadow

Of 

Pickled words

And scrawny letters

Putrid incisions

Made by 

Nonsense fantasies

And he forgot

What it meant 

To be sober

And he forgot his true 
Depth, his true

Meaning, 

And he forgot

What it meant to 

Just be.