Leaves that spiral from a lone tree,
All orange, hazel and amber.
Watching our memories fade,
Each alive and colorful,
Now lies dead amongst our feet.
Our hands withered by the bitter wind.
Numbed by our bitter thoughts,
That cut through with timeless despair,
Nothing but dull pain, all black and white.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
Leaves that spiral from a lone tree,
All orange, hazel and amber.
Watching our memories fade,
Each alive and colorful,
Now lies dead amongst our feet.
Our hands withered by the bitter wind.
Numbed by our bitter thoughts,
That cut through with timeless despair,
Nothing but dull pain, all black and white.
