November

Fragile leaves hit the ground.

The cold air drifts into my lungs.

I see your face through the fog.

Reminds me of the dreams you lost.

I can see it in your eyes.

Youe broken down; your hands are tied.

I can feel it in my side.

Over and over and over

Ie tried.

Youe broken down; your hands are tied.

And I know you cannot hide.

Over and over and over

Ie tried.

It broke my heart.

It felt so good to see you.

Ie never been one to put my trust in.

When did I become so weak, or have

I always been?

I can put all this back in place.

This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit.

I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears.

I caress flesh with severed nerves.

I go veiled in darkness and disease.

This November swallows me whole.

And this may be the closest thing that youl ever receive to an apology.

I close my eyes and

I can see you dead.