Lies Of Autumn
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
rising from a butt ground out on my arm.
Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty,
crucified on a plank of apathy
to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation,
to sleep the winter away.
thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
rising from a butt ground out on my arm.
Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty,
crucified on a plank of apathy
to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation,
to sleep the winter away.