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.