Fall
As the weather is changing
My feelings begin to burry down into the the depths of my being
Waking up isn't easy, feels more like a chore
my bedroom walls will start moving in If I don't start living soon
I feel it in my core
Things are starting to change
my fears are written in my eyes
but only if you come close enough you'll get a glimpse and see it is all an illusion and it'll rise
I watch the dark clouds, covering the sky, as they move bye
And I realize everything is temporary.
Your suffering
Your happiness
Your doings
And your body
It will all vanish.
So I try to hold onto every little piece of the present
Because losing is a great fear
And as I am writing this I realize I want to die.
Everything is temoraray
