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.