The sudden breeze of Autumn fell on that faint light that I  drowned.
Lost the perks of my being on a silent affair ,
and I stood there , soaked with broken words from a fire.
I stood there while the clown of time bleached my soul.
I stood there while the wounds of dawn became my crown.
Hey, take these senses , nothing but restless phantom of one , that is gone.
Tree leaves from earth's ground.
Takes its leave from what can’t be undone.
I lie there while the air whistles pain to my ear.
The pain I receive in vibrations turns into immense sensations.
Ants walking through rocks to lift me up.
I smell the pure despair that lies on me while I fashion a body from dozens of ants , and place my soul in , if I can.
Flowers bring good feelings so they say.