Sounds of Pain

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.