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~]