AutumnscapePretentious words and empty threats,Autumnscape1 day ago in Songs & Lyrics
hit the ground as hard as autumn leaves.
Scattered by the breeze,
of all immortal sin, of kin.
We're so far away from the tree.
Withered. Lost, inside.
So don't pretend you're better.
Season pass while we refrain,
unlike like life, stuck in our stagnant ways.
A canvas made of green,
is littered on the ground, abound.
Shows only what we want to see.
We're the same, in name,
except for when its autumn.
Every time I look at you,
all I see, is an empty being.
There's no hiding.
Seek the morning sun,
with eyes, unclouded.
Reach the dusk of dawn,
its not, that far way
Why do you cry, at the same things?
There is nothing, left for us here.