The Writing And The Cry...

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.