Who would have known what was meant to be
Some could call it alone, but some would call it free
With all the bodies falling, formed into their ghost
Away they go, to never be as close
Alone again upon the deep blue sea
Amount of trust to fall into deceit
I wish i never made those deals
I wish you all knew how it feels

For every tomb, there is a ghost in there
And sometime soon, they blend into the air

And that's what this all ends up being
Crawling the graves of the lost beings

Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
decay
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest

october, my love, your comfort and
courage--your absolute devastation--
my soul lives forever in you--
all the years, the tears, the natural
ebb and flow of hope and heartache--
the bittersweet autumnal hymn of death
of warmth in the sun and cold everywhere else--
infinite dreams, romantic projections of the
necessities of a human heart--
incongruency of aesthetics so beautiful
they have to be true-- dancing through
recalcitrant golden sunbeams
of somewhere, somehow--

I don't know if I'm ready for what you are about to do to me
will you **** me?
Fear filled, I'm handcuffed to the misery of the past.
Nothings meant to last, but losing people...it's the glass
filed underneath my feet, weak and underappreciated...

The consecutive destruction provided every year, on this month,
I find it harder to cope with, and maybe...I'm not supposed to cope

Maybe, maybe you will destroy me.
I can feel myself becoming unsteady.

It snowed atop the mountain,
a cold wind blow,  
in the meadows the winter has said hello.