The Scream

There is a place where midnight turns to dawn.
Where the quiet laughter of children is left unheard.
Where time stands still in freeze-frame action.
Where waterfalls challenge the laws of gravity.
Below a bright orange sky lies a wooden bridge,
Where passerby’s roam freely in nonchalant strides,
Immersing themselves in the sights and sounds of a hellish paradise.
But on this bridge cries a mysterious entity cloaked in darkness and sorrow.
His scream is an anomaly, piercing the flames in the sky.
His scream is like an endless blast resonating across the horizon.
Filled with gloom and despair this entity seeks a way out of this limbo.
Tortured by the sins of his life and reminded painfully about the love he never had,
This entity cries for eternity in the empty shadows of purgatory.
Here he awaits his passage into the light.
But for now he screams an infinite bellow of sadness.
Redemption will come; these are his last rights.
Fire and brimstone are just another sin away, eternal peace is but a mere prayer away.
Let him scream, it is all he has left.