Hang your head in dissolution
We are victims of evolution.
Do you hide behind your lost ruminations?
Have you kept your heart delicately sanctioned?

Keep your words to a minimum
No ones really listening.
We are all lost in ad infinitum
With coal black souls, glistening.

Are the chains tight enough
On your scar tissue wrists?
Has the blade grown dull, the skin grown tough,
Have you lost yourself yet, to the autumn mists?

It gets cold around here
I suppose it's about that time of year
When the leaves fall, torn and halved
These winter winds could drive a man mad.

Keep watching for words
You never sought to hear
Eyes to the skies, envying the birds
For all the distance they're yet to clear.