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



Immobile for the cold duration



Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away



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 upon a plank of cruelty and apathy