The leaves are falling now and I want to put them back.
The bare branches and the faded color remind me of the something that I lack.
The leaves are burning now and I wanted to set them ablaze.
The smoke fills my lungs and my skin turns black from the haze.
The trees are crying now and I cut them down in a nice little stack.
I build myself a house of slaughtered souls waiting to attack.
I wait for the nightmares and shattered dreams to come back.
I wish the monsters inside would eat me for a midnight snack.
I don't know what is what anymore, but somewhere along the way I fell off track.
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