In the darkest hours, when shadows creep,
A primal force awakens, stirring deep.
A wordless cry, a sound untamed,
The essence of a soul untamed.
From the depths of despair, it finds its way,
A piercing howl, a scream’s array.
Released from cages, locked within,
A symphony of anguish, born from within.
The scream echoes through the vacant night,
A cathartic release, a brave soul’s flight.
It shatters silence, breaks the chains,
Unleashing emotions, breaking all constraints.
A scream, a protest against silent pain,
A rebellion against a world insane.
It echoes tales of the oppressed,
Giving voice to the voiceless, their heart impressed.
In the scream, we find strength untold,
A battle cry that never grows old.
It demands attention, commands the space,
A beacon of truth in a crowded place.
For every scream holds stories untold,
Whispers of hardships, tales of bold.
In its cadence, we find liberation’s might,
A declaration of existence, a fight for what’s right.
So let your scream soar, unapologetic and pure,
A testament to resilience, a struggle endured.
Through the echoes, let your spirit gleam,
Embrace the power and beauty of your scream.
