Aven's just like; 

Whilst the soul's of the tainted speak, the world I tis listen to, forges underneath my palms. The hissing wastes of whispers near, the emotions of fear rule the land as children cry. Mother! Mommy! Daddy! No! Broken souls of broken hearts, pain surge through there veins as dejection finally overtakes them. Tis to far away, saddened I am. It hurts, knowing thy pain far from here. It's sad to hear the voices...the land that marks tis area blocks me from warping, No...NO NO NO! Emotion's mix, turning black at every corner. Tis land too blackened, fear corners and yet nothing is bound to happen. The world, the hearts of souls are falling apart. Destroying, MOMMY! DADDY! NO NO NO! The screams of children, the whimpers of them. Happiness is involved but in the wrong ways. Can't I do anything to help?