Leaves have fallen
Caressing the ground
Yet deathly loud
Screams go unheard
Everyone's voice hoarse
In need of a doctor
Coat me in your
Sugared speech
The drip awaits
I don't mind splitting
My thoughts, a zygote
It disperses anyway
Trick me further
Make the game more dangerous
The wounds can only heal
In the quiet night
The pumping of my heart
Blends into the howls of the blistery wind
