The crescendo hits mighty, piercing through chemical aides made for the brain.
It is meant to warn, not stun.

Through hushed whispers, the news is spread.
First the emotions.
Gradually the joys of before lose effect.
Then the sensitivity.
All past remorse exponentially increases. The negatives of yesteryear burn brightly in lenses of the mind, magnified with pride.
Finally, the itch.
An addiction that once was fed slithers its way to peripherals....
forcing old wounds to open while pouring fresh salt over broken skin.
Desensitization to well wishes and hopes.
It's the start of another scream.