I am made

Forever to be screaming.

Be it in horror

Or in fear or in dreaming.

My eyes opened wide

My hands bracket my face.

I am screaming forever

In all time and space.

You will see me like that

And although it might seem

That sometime I ought

To stop this awful scream.

But here on the wall

I must forever scream

As I am forever

Dreaming an awful dream.

But do not blame me

I scream with no say.

For Edvard Munch was my painter

Who made this way.

So whether in horror

Or in fear or in dreaming

I am just painted

Forever to be screaming.