Screaming Walls

The manic screams which echo from these silent walls never cease.

Of not a peep could one dream.

A limitless stride forward, like tunnel vision but more literal, lost but direct.

Skin crawls at the cost with regret. A tinge of rotted flesh lingers.

Smells fresh of death to the aimless thinker.

Stronger steps splash as the water's depths enhance.

Moments pass with chance.

With one last breath, "at last" but one is not allowed to die, just last.

Stuck within these silent walls which never quit screaming their silent shriek.

The one of which only one will ever speak.