scream

That scream left her mouth and entered my head, where it's been ever since, sometimes waking me up at night.

The world screams, __tay down, it__ safer._ My soul screams, __o is being dead.

The work of art is a scream of freedom.

I__ scream, but I have no voice. The bullies stole it from me

I don__ know what more to say... I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could... Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

NOOOO!" On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream.Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home.

In which case, why not cancer of the brain? As a terrified, half-aware imbecile, I might even scream for a priest at the close of business, though I hereby state while I am still lucid that the entity thus humiliating itself would not in fact be __e._ (Bear this in mind, in case of any later rumors or fabrications.)

The self-righteous scream judgments against others to hide the noise of skeletons dancing in their own closets.

Oh, [god] can hear you just fine. He hears everything. Every scream. Every cry. Every whimper. Every plea for mercy. For death. He hears. He just doesn't give a fuck.

I Feel like a prison holding myself, bounded by the judgements of people I care and chained by the rules of the society I live in. If I would let the person who speaks inside me out, he would tell you a different story than what you have seen all these years. Sometimes I see myself crying, screaming and trying to tear myself into pieces when I stand in front of the mirror so that I could finally be free from myself. But the demons I have created inside me to guard beats me down and laughs at me, watching me bleed.

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

When we are in a wrong environment, we feel so paranoid, yet unwilling to move out. There's no need for pussyfooting, we got to release our poisonous fluid and scream aloud, storming_ out of the show like a radical.

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream...

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my hea

You want to be a marine

I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.