It’s getting (fucking) cold already
Summer never came
The blooms gone already
And She can’t escape his song

Trudging roads of drudgery
Soul ness nights empty
Waking up in singularity
Remembering days of hilarity

Leaves turn black suffocated
Berated by hate
And who is there to ask
When there is no answer?

When will wisdom come?
And would she want it
When there’s such poignancy
In her misery

Winter suits her
Who wants the sun?
And soft days in meadows
When darkness suits her

Turn into shadow
Become the night
Drink blood for comfort
A reluctant curse

Fuck the darkness
Repel all light
Bleed form the arse
Feign a fight

Blood soaked sheets
He screamed to the last
The only regret
She made it so fast

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