Post by Graveyard Goddess on Oct 29, 2005 16:05:42 GMT -5
As the sun draws down its gleam, blood colored leaves fall down, and as the fog begins to rise; the leaves dry on the ground
And then the snow pours in its pain, burying the bare boned trees— frozen days make nights of rain to fuel the floods of our unease.
The water consumes our eyes; and its broken down our home—Ruining a work of art ;once made from dust and bone
and the sun has yet to rise, so in the cold together we tremble; as we feel our hearts draw down; as the world disassembles.
We throw away all hope as the darkness takes its pose; and we try to breathe as bodies round us start to decompose
So the darkness would not escape until we showed mercy on our pleas; finding nourishment in the smoky air of the wind’s polluted memories
Cutting open our old wounds; we painted the ash colored leaves; as it was far too infected; a world of insincere disease.
And we saw the light and we saw the pain; And we saw our blood staining the ground despite the falling rain
The leaves haven’t their colour though every living thing’s turned grey and we all coil up inside our hearts; wondering if they’ll fade
And in the cold we tremble; as our hearts sink into the dust—Silence fills our bed of soil consuming all that it must.
And I feel the leaves fall to my sky and the flood washes them away—rendering a scenic shot of a world gone in dismay.
