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.