Probably flying
is not a crime, but still...

Today:
They are enjoying whilst living high on the hog...

My blood freezes as their high- pitched
vile shriek echoes from the close by forest...

Her residence is upstairs on a rent;
She lives sole...

Fraudulent people are making
the earth a muddy domain...

Sans the souls
Bodies have scattered all around...

One chap loved the external grace;
While the other loved the interior...

Squeals and cries are echoing,
But it's vanishing in this unpleasant creation...

I won't let my first love to die;
I want to take it high, above the sky...

Star star how far you are!
I know you are silent and high...

I'm a crying soul,
Who is waiting for decade, for you to return...

In my society, you were new
As I examined you first time...