Screeching, a mental image
Of thorns- penetrating your audition.
Like the fangs of a snake, inching
Itself into your soul, soon-to-be-gone.
Screeching, a lapse
Of reasoning- cognitive impairment.
You gaze towards that horizon whereof
Death, resides beyond.
Screeching, a mystery
Of instability- profoundly evident.
Why, you ask; the destroyer of minds
Bashes your skull in response.
Screeching, a timeline
Of misery- possessing you.
That, which was at some point
Reeking of immense talent,
Now taken to the gallows;
Tragedy unfolds, our hero is sold.