Silent screams in my mares

After the mares in my mare,
i woke to see myself still in that cage,
with the monster with the rotten teeth prickling my shadow life;

i continued screaming,
but my screams were silent,
'...maybe they weren't from me anyway...';

i felt weakness and numbness,
creeping into my soul,
and making it crippled;

my throat was drying off,
with no water to quench it;
it can only await rustling;

my tongue was going motionless,
with no impurse to reactivate it;

my cries and screams fading,
with no vebration to reverbrate them;

i could hear the fainty echoes i creat,
increasing in dumbness
and the monster,decreases in sluggishness;

i felt only sleeping sensations,
in this visionary world where sleep reigns not;

my numbness was converted to paralysis,
as my grieve made a way for my fear...;

my trembling voice composing songs, as it rhymes in stammering breaks and pits;

the monster was kinly watching,
enjoying my state_with unwrapt attention;

in that little cage,sat the world,
playing their imaginary roles;

i was sparsely bridled,
only my brain got emancipated;

the cage was locked,
not with keys but spells;

i wasn't weak but weakened;

i wasn't afriad but compel'd to;

the crux came by at last,
i waited in restivity to die by its clawls,
but at that hour,
i woke on my wooden bed,
with mummy waking me up for school;