Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

i'm pathetic.
really pathetic

i'm alone
really alone

i'm dead
really dead.

i'm no longer a human
i'm really a shell.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.