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.