• We... are the still darkness.
    You cannot see, touch, or hear us.
    The feeling of sorrow and abandonment
    Has transformed our blooming souls
    Into a form of hatred and dejection.

    We... are the roaring wind.
    You can feel us choking your breath.
    The feeling of anger and shame
    Has transformed our calm presence
    Into your worst nightmare.

    We... are the lonely spirits.
    You will notice changes in the world.
    The feeling of dissemblance
    Has lead to world destruction
    And the explosion of our feelings.

    We... are the forgotten.