I Heard
Howling
In The Forest
I Walk Among
The Dead
Bodies
Through
The Forest
I See
Dead Souls
They Always
Perfumed
The Dead
Air
The Stench
Of Sorrows
Of Grief
Perfumes
Your Soul
That Always
Holds You
Like A Child
You Keep Walking
With Your Pawprints
Leaving Everything
Behind;You Slowly
Keep Dying Inside;
With Tears Rolling
Down
Your Delicate
Emotional Eyes:
You See Love
Crafted On Trees
That Always
Lead To Grief
With Deep Dark Red
You Feel Dead
Which Keep The
Dead, Drowning
In Sorrows
And The Plants
Growing
You Keep Going
[~Paris Styron~]