*The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is a self-imposed revelation
The season of loss.
I walk along the fiery living
Cold as the blizzard I go
Staring up the horizons
The big questions reach mute
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is the call to my slumber
The season has changed.
I feel like a decaying leaf
Anxious for the autumn
To sway me to the tangerine littered ground
Leting solemn winter blanket my smallness
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is loneliness bearing my name
The season of gray.
The December breeze is my friend
Fluting me to nature's lips
Like a chord struck out of the blue
A disarray, a tragedy
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is where I've come to disappear
The sunless season.*
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
*The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is a self-imposed revelation
The season of loss.
I walk along the fiery living
Cold as the blizzard I go
Staring up the horizons
The big questions reach mute
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is the call to my slumber
The season has changed.
I feel like a decaying leaf
Anxious for the autumn
To sway me to the tangerine littered ground
Leting solemn winter blanket my smallness
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is loneliness bearing my name
The season of gray.
The December breeze is my friend
Fluting me to nature's lips
Like a chord struck out of the blue
A disarray, a tragedy
The undead autumn must
Have heard me shedding spring
This is where I've come to disappear
The sunless season.*
I always need to hurt myself before I can write
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