the leaves are dying
and so am i
fragility seeps through my bones
and out through my mouth
in my empty voice
my heart has been broken through so many seasons
and my body is growing cold
frozen with autumn chill
that will soon turn winter
and everything i love
will be covered in snow and frost
laid down to their deathbeds,
withering away
just like me.
bare trees reach with their spindly fingers
they reach for my throat
in the glow of orange fluorescent street lights.
cold grey days,
with each day that passes
drums pound inside my head
and guitar chords beat in time with my heart
i want to shoot myself in the head
like a rockstar,
maybe then i'll have some meaning.
maybe then people will love me.
maybe i should wander into the dead forest
next to my house
and disappear forever.
i've just been digging my grave
day after day
until my body turns cold and grey.
