Question

The silence of a delaying spark
Silent Hell

Answer 1

My screams, heavy yet a far distance,
This body I dig up each night,
Looks at me with the most blemished of thoughts,
Held at bay with only a water droplet of resistance,
The battlefield that could commence; only spite,
But I leave the body there with no one lurking, as my own rots,

I observe actions by others, some with persistence,
Some not; it energizes a storm created by a showed demon, losing light,
Flooding everywhere in mind's eye, empowering noughts,
No longer close to nil, pain causing the worshipping of destruction with assistance,
Temptation for intrusive acts; with each thought, rapidly losing sight,
The silence of a pounding roar from unwanted, pain-stricken fuel, lots,

My silent scream echoes into the sky, to some form of existence, Begging for freedom. Red fire bellowing everywhere in height, Shrouding, standing over me. It rains blood with shots In my pulsing veins, wreaking havoc for justice. Existence Too long for I wish to speak to the devil with fright In his hands. A low-profile demon screaming bloody witness. It all connects as dots.

Answer 2

verry swellll (if i even spelt that right) anyhooo goodjob bbg

Answer 3

Thats deep I like it

Answer 4

Have you ever considered not screaming? It reduces the wear and tear on your lungs and vocal cords.

Answer 5

scary

Answer 6

I think you spelled Silent Hill incorrectly

Answer 7

wowww