My head is full of dangerous thoughts
Things I wish I didn't think
They swirl around like leaves in the breeze
each one, with razor sharp edges
cutting my mind open with each pass
The weatherman forecasts more wind
no reprieve in sight
it's autumn, now
and the leaves fall like rain
each sharper and more dangerous than the last
I endure the pain and pray
for the leaves to fall idle
I crave the calm and cold of winter