fall leaves swirling through chilled blue skies an assortment of all shades of death
falling, ever slowly drifting to meet their end yet it seems to happen so fast one moment- suspended in air an infinite second but before you know it it's over if you look away you'll miss it now it's lost in a scattered mess forever in the past forgotten with the rest of them
come collect my pile of poison colorful memories left rotting on the wet ground maroon and blood red rake them away so I...
Whenever we're together, I'm constantly watching the clock, dreading the impending moment when I'll inevitably have to leave you and return to my lonely dark room. It's like there's a glaring hourglass keeping watch to make sure I don't relax or have too much fun reminding me that my time is running out, and my peace will not last. When the last grain falls, I count the ticking seconds until I can turn it over again with you