Tuned to a frequency,

My day is followed by screams.

I hear them every waking second,

And even in my dreams.

My perspective is a receiver,

The radio of another's pain,

The dial I cannot turn off,

Tears they come like rain.

For those who have no radio,

No knowledge or no care.

Induced the screams of murder,

With a look so laissez faire.

Every single restuarant one passes,

Even each clothes and medical store.

Echo a resounding cry of terror,

That despairs of "please no more".

Every jacket transmits torture,

Each shoe holds much panic.

Each shower shudders such audio,

Eternal sounds of a terror, so manic.

What did you eat for dinner?

What did the dish contain?

Where did such content come from?

Tell me did they have a name?

Do you hear what I so hear?

For it cuts me up so savagely.

You bleed my ears with constant death.

That I wish you'd rather ravage me.

Transmitters unbearingly everywhere,

Convey an evil in constant use.

The radio receiver in my brain,

Is set to animal abuse.