October is the time of year where all my problems seem to fade away
Yet I still face them when I look toward the hazy grey
And as the stars light up the hazel brown of my eyes
For a second in my life I would feel that I have no reason to die
But then November comes in and all my sanity shrinks to nil
And the fire burns me up
It tells me I have a pail to fill
And I carry the weight far up this mountain for the rest of the solemn month
Then all my happiness proceeds to crumble into dust
Your eyes have intensity a widow would learn to understand
An understanding of keeping silent when he hits you with his bloody hands
And to tell him you love him just to hear him say it back
Your life's a lie and you know it
But without his guidance you cannot stand
For in October my freedom rushes back to me
Running frantically in the water to pull me out of the polluted sea
But you come back and throw me back into the treacherous waves
It seems that October will never be a good place to stay
So when everyone asked what happened, I already knew you what you were going to say
"She tripped a fell down the stairwell, oh what a dreadful day!"
They never seemed to notice the scars etched upon my pallor face
Because you burned up my remains in the strike of a new October faze
And here...I....stay...
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Mixed Thoughts
PoetrySometimes what goes on in your head is too much to keep inside
