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One autumn some years ago

I dropped my weight unto the floor

Now it seems I can't remember

Or did I just forget to think?

All my life has been this way

The shallow line between black and grey

When will my vision start to fade?

I keep dreaming of this darkened place

Now I recall, I was never here at all

A grand delusion, from which I'll someday wake

And when I come to, I'll be with you

How I'd love to drain your life

Like clay to mold

Your brain says more

Just leave, don't go

This place dark and cold

Your waves, the shore

They say, no cure

A simple action can forever change

all the footsteps of each coming age

and though each path we walk is distinct

it's the same road there that leads us extinct

save your breath, for no one will listen

the road of death, the silent decision made.

A blur of moments

captured and folded

A solemn regret

for what's incomplete

You can't control it

the clay is now molded

You try to forget

the sense of defeat

Nothing ever clears the branches

that only grow to obscure your sense of view

Limbs start decaying

like trees in frozen winter

decomposing brainwaves

crashing into consciousness

a distant whistle

nostalgic remains

ruined potential

now a lifeless vessel

falling far below the earth

tearing hooks from my skin

and now each autumn passing

you'll be reminded