Swallowing My Fear

Sounds of unspoken signs,
mark me with what I've done.

In this dark intangible room,

a sunny dew begins to rise,

it pierces through my dark; 

 ambiguous calm remains.

Here, I sit and stare;

my bits of life

splayed on the wall.

Now in the dark I'm screaming,

but no one's there to hear,
 the pain begins to sear,
and the blood begins to trickle,
and I fade into the sounds,
that no one else can hear.