Don't

What are you screaming for. Who is going to hear you.
Your shrieks are going to be eaten up by the dead air’s suffocating density and your howls will be stuck in your throat, throttling you to delirium. Your own cursed ears are the only ones that can pick out the whizzing inaudible frequencies of bone-chilling wordless enunciations. Who in hell told you to open your mouth. 

I know, I know!
Nails are being driven into your skull. From various indefinable orientations, they are boring right through you. The beasts shackled in your lungs are rattling your ribs with enough force to knock you senseless. Your throat is being clawed open from the inside out. Something is tearing your skin fiber from fiber. And your eyes! God have mercy, the inhuman doors are full of frozen fire.

You want yourself to burst open so the sky can fall from the intensity of it. Singing droplets of molten rock can fly up in piercing slivers and embed themselves in the empty spaces between the stars. The universe itself combusts from the implausibly cruel agony of it.

But the heavens, as I have told you countless times, do NOT fall for trifles such as you!

It has all happened before, and it will happen again. And it is all within you, the unbroken thread of repetitive time. All of history and all of future dancing their rituals in you. Don’t you know you are supposed to ignore your own. There isn’t enough room, so keep yours at bay. 

That is what you were made for. To see and be silent and not feel and let everything kill you. Watch it spin and plunge, resurface and drown.
All of it, all the time.