Screams in the dark. <br />Pain. <br />Not mine, but others’. <br />The air is heavy with it. <br />I strain, but my vision can’t pierce the dark. <br />More screams, more agonizing. <br />Screams. <br />Sounds of ripping, of tearing, of burning. <br />Louder now, closer. <br />Another scream. <br />This scream is different than others. But no louder, no stronger. <br />No higher. No longer. <br />Most screams taste of despair. Of lost hope, and blinding pain that is thrown into one last note of horror. <br />Not this scream. <br />This one is happy. <br /> <br />Bloodshed draws closer. <br />The pain... it pulses. Its everywhere. <br />The darkness is soaked throughout with the pain of those killed. <br />Its heavy, like a wet blanket. The pain weighs it down. <br />Still too black to see, but not too black to hear the screams start to slow. <br />Less frequently. <br />Its not filled with the sound of the dying anymore. <br />Its filled with the sounds of the dead. <br />A thick, cold bank of silence. <br />Their pain is unbearable. <br />It swarms around me, throbs, tries to push me down. <br />Quieter. <br />A few last cries. <br />The atmosphere is supersaturated with pain. <br />And it pushes down on me. <br />Silence. <br /> <br />But one last sound fills me before the silence is pure. <br />That same haunting sound. <br />The scream of joy. <br />Once again it sears through the blackness, cutting straight through to my soul. <br />Who could want this? <br />My eyes sweep the gloom. <br />I see nothing. <br />I hear nothing. <br />Absolute darkness. <br />Ebony. <br />Pure black. <br />A sudden flash of light illuminates the scene. <br />Then one more scream: <br /> <br />Mine.<br /><br />Aurora Lights<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/screams-in-the-dark/
