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.