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The wretch is wretched with autumn

When leafs fall down to decompose

the seasons of depression sets in

And men come to nothing

Jarring notes fulfill the nothingness

Act of dispair, merry tones

Don't disencumber you from the melancholy

But make you merry to suicidal behaviour

Tears fulfill all dreams

As a leading thread

Running though subconscious

Denude all thee sorrows

Narcissism becomes a blockade

it is lost labour

Serve as a servant to your constrained manners

Humble, adherence to thy obsession

Woe upon thee

Slattern appereance

Halfway season yet

Wistful as I say

Time slowly passes by

Your head is in a whirl

Loose your mind and come to sense

Cause thousand empty faces

Don't fill an empty space

Cry and abate all the tension

Prevent the wandering

Mind is stygian

Dying for spring

To leave this misery behind

Is to lay down and rest