before autumn

just a little thing

the bodies

will forever be at stake of decay

yes, they will.

oh sweet putrescence

pour it out,

sing your song,

fall into the puddle

of black ink

then you shall embrace your thoughts

along with mine,

but in the process

i beg.

so caress the festered,

the festered wounds of mine

your sweet summer kisses

always will warm my frozen lips

 for some reason,

it makes me feel even colder,

but now

we've been through this

too many times to count

it was always her

but now she is gone

it was always you

but now you're gone..