Sitting in a dark corner...
The stench of depression covers the corpse.

Sour days raining in the dark gray hours...
With wet withered flowers...

Towers towering the timeless tower.
Without any power...

Cowering in awe...
Searching for a claw.

When witnessing these horrific nightmares...

It makes the wind wonder.

How one can still be breathing,
And not living.