When the sun hides behind the mountains,

I can feel every breath from the atmosphere.

I can hear every tree whistle a somber of pain

While they drip tears from their branches.

I can smell every body that is buried beneath the skin of concrete.

Crying echoes in another world...

...

My hands feel the touch of hearts around the world,

Which are frozen tusk that carries the blood of another.

But my body,

Feels the warmth of souls.

As do others want,

Just a smear whisper of a candle's flame.

Cuddling with the approaching shadows.

...

It will close.

The sky's eye will shut,

And I know it.

My eyes can only see the faint stars.

Much like the future,

It could be a sight to see

Or a car that drives pass you at night.