The skies are darker, with days shorter and nights longer
but it just doesn't feel like winter
Forget about better days
I just want colder days
September, it's almost about to end
but the season doesn't feel that special
People, including me too, still walk down the streets without any change
No full sleeves, no feel of winter
I lay down on my terrace, bare and desolate
where the plants dried up, waiting for the winter
waiting for the crystal snowflakes to fall
and glance at clouds, reflecting the sweet memories from the past
when winter felt different
when my soul felt different
the withered plants, skeletal fingers
touch my scars, that still linger deep within
As I lay there, dead, I think of the past
how beautiful it was even though it never felt
when I was younger, the little things felt like mountains
and now I miss those days, when things were simple
The clouds form a shape, of me and who?
Is that you?
or just my delusion?
It vanishes away as I rub my eyes
there's nothing else to see, just a bare sky
where darkness slowly creeps,
near and far
Is that the sky? The darkness is taking over
or is that just my mind?
I don't know what happens next
I slept through the dark, through the noises
through winter's cold touch
through the past.....
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