Father, am I your strongest soldier?
Father, I am unclean
Father, will you wash me?
Father, please save me

Every touch
felt like too much
My makeshift love
felt so rough
I try to kiss
but I was never made for this

I've always known
I was meant to be alone
I've always known
I'm best on my own
I've always known
in every single bone

Autumn is when I feel
less alone than other times

For when the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey

I feel as though my dark soul
is mocked less by the cruel sunlight

And I can be dark and melancholy
together with nature

- Wyatt St. Dymphna