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.