scream-crying

I haven't been scream-crying
in a while. And I hope it's
a long while more, because
there's always too good
a reason for it. I can't
stand such reasons. The moment
you see. Hear. Realize
it's all too late, you're
filled up from toes to heating
head in a moment and your beating
heart keeps growing from the inside
like a white-hot lead balloon.
The only thing to keep it from

bursting

is the tightness of your ribs

And your knees give way,
and you fall, hit, curl
in upon yourself and writhe,

and you're scream-crying
scream-crying again

scream-crying
scream-crying again

and your knees give way,
and you fall, hit, curl
in upon yourself

and writhe all over the world

scream-crying again!
yeah heh heh
aw yeh heh heh yeah scream-crying

Here comes mister melodrama
singing his one and greatest hit
wallowing in flopping flail
ululating keening wail
all it needs is power chords
all it needs is sleek keyboards
all it needs is boom crack drum
all it needs is everything

we just realized is
gone

and gone

and one more time, now one
two three
four
gone.