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