Scream Sladjana Pejovic Acrylic on Canvas 60x40cm 2026

In the flame of my own being, torn apart, thrown into the abyss of obedient gazes, I am the scream that shatters silence.

Helplessness is my skin, despair is my blood, rejection is my breath.

In the authoritarian darkness, where the crowd becomes a faceless mass, I am crucified between my own pain and the indifference of others.

My eyes are the mirror of degradation, my lips are a wound that never heals.

Every shadow within me is poison, every thought is a fracture, every tremor of the soul is a blow into emptiness.

There is no comfort, no salvation — only endless silence that devours my scream and returns it as the echo of my own downfall.

I am a living funeral, a walking wound, a song without melody.

Within me there is no light, only a flame that does not warm, but burns.

And while the crowd stares with obedient eyes, I remain alone — crucified, humiliated, yet tirelessly howling against their silence.