Winter raindrop weeps
Watching autumn slowly die
Colors fade to shatter grays
My sorrows fade to black
Leaves red and purple bruised
Leapt to death around my feet
Quiet cries of desperation
In twisted plumes of wind
Another year comes to mock
The misty months of last
Where hallowed dreams and madness
Silence the spirit of my soul
Wow. Painful, i'm so sorry. Yet you have written it so well, i found a strange balance between sadness and joy finding something written this way.
"Leaves red and purple bruised
Leapt to death around my feet
Quiet cries of desperation
In twisted plumes of wind"
Sheesh, that takes the cake right there. An instant favorite of mine.
By the way, have you ever heard the song "Last Good Day Of The Year" by Cousteau? I think you'd relate to it.