His last scream was all that was heard.
No more agony of the mind or pain to the body.
The Scream lived a life a dread with no comfort around.
His prayers were answered in an unconventional way.
Contemplating his decisions he did, to stay puffed or lay flat.
Tears showered like a summer rain, while his mind stormed in pain.
“It’s done”, he thought. No more suffering or anxiety. “It’s done”.
The decision was made in a blink of an eye.
A whistling sound back grounded the last scream of The Scream.
Eriq: We can only hope that The Scream rests in peace. May there be a special heaven for inflatable figures of indeterminate gender.
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