Screams without sound

Behind the nothing, I stand, bewildered and lost among the paths of the past, unable to do anything but nothing, a moment snatches me, I travel on a song, and sleep on a bed of tears. The voice of truth, I screamed and was not heard, until I realized that I had stripped my vocal cords of sound, so I was always in conversation with silence, and every time I heard my true symphony and screamed, but silently, I screamed without a sound.