Sounds Of Pain...



The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk.

The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm.



Home: I give melancholy.

Room: of alloyed grief.



Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines.

The footprints blanket ignores to feel,

Alive with the sounds of the pain,

I die to want to live.



Solitude you insert yourself insane you rain me in the eyes,

You open me the veins and I bleed internal. Another time...



Home: I give melancholy.

Room: of alloyed grief.