The Yearning

The Yearning



The blood is flowing.
I can feel it in my veins.
It's rising to the surface,
somehow searching for the pain.
My tears are waiting and hiding
behind my eyes.
Tormenting screams wanting
to hear my cries.
There are voices screaming
inside my head.
I can not feel myself
It is as if my soul is dead.
I can hear the echoes.
They seem to never cease.
They are reaching through
the darkness.
I am grasping for serenity.
I am yearning for total peace