Letters to Words

No matter how you put it, letters become sounds. Those sounds,
these moans of agony and pain echo out into the lifeless world of which I inhabit.
My moans become screams of pain and of terror.
Of fear and disgust and hate of all that has befallen me.These screams that pierce the heavens and shake the golden gates itself. These screams that penetrate the deepest layers of hell, a scream that makes the grim reaper himself scowl in disgust.
My screams become cries.
Cries for help in this, the hour of desperation. for a salvation that will not come, a peace that shall never grace the skin of this ragged body. And once again, these words become sobs, of hopelessness and despair. Of hunger and Loneliness.
Until the only thing i can manage is a whisper, a last call to salvation, to the god who laughs at my utter despair. My last call for freedom from this hell in which i live. The longing for the promised peace, the escape from this burning grate.
Until, my whisper becomes silence, which touches every corner all and echo's forever into every corner of existence, never to be heard.