my body is decaying like the leaves of november
you'll never know what its like to be
stuck out in the cold
with the smoke crawling down your throat
coughing out into the night
your echos carry
farther than you can see
they whisper inauable cries
as crisp as the winters night
everything so foreign to my aging skin
whats real on the outside
what is real within
can you call me out on my actions
or just bare to see me seep
seep into the ground
where you stand
my eyes witness you weap
is this misfortune
or an illness that has gone too deep
who is there to say we don't feel the same pain
we all stare at the same galaxies
even though blind to we
we all feed off the same soil
our hands etched so deep
we synthesize the same
born and die
breathe and sleep the same
some shorter than others
but were human
don't try to deny we are the same
beating hearts with a will to live
even when we abuse
we all yearn for the same
another tomorrow absent of pain