You scream like you have something left.
The only thing left is an echo.
There is no hope,
so don't pretend.
You look down the path,
but it ends in impossible.
I suppose you can keep
on screaming. 
It doesn't matter, either way.
Let your throat go raw.
I like it.  The screaming.
It sounds exactly like what
I hear on the inside.
So, please, even if it's
futile, continue shredding
your vocal chords.
It's so much easier to give up.
You coward.
I like it. The screaming.