Screaming poets, a society
Bleeding words on black pages, quietly
Cursed verses, their life story
Raging hearts, in a world of apathy
Not dead, but hating life
Trapped in ink, cuts like a knife
Words on words, a prison of the mind
Lost in the haze, no peace to find
Lost stories, they scream in vain
In tongues unknown, they voice their pain
Black pages, a shroud of silence
For voices once loud, now met with violence
Not dead, but hating life
Trapped in ink, cuts like a knife
Words on words, a prison of the mind
Lost in the haze, no peace to find
Desperate times, in screaming lines
Truth echoes, through their designs
Unseen tears, in black ink they flow
Through the poet's dreams, a world to know
Poets scream, their lines a war cry
Fighting the curse, until they die
In black pages, a secret to unearth
A truth in the poet's mind, a new birth
Society of screaming poets, unite
Black pages, their escape, their light
In the screaming, a message to ignite
For those who choose to fight, not flight