Cold

Dilutions of hope
Images I see
No matter what I do
There is no hope for me
Slowly dieing Of my own dust
Wish I could get out
wander around dusk
Nothing can keep me
Nothing to hold
I just keep falling
ALONE AND COLD
Im used to the darkness
The horror of my life
One day I will be gone
Taken by the blade of the knife

Fall

Fall again
With amber leaves
The smell of death
Haunts the warm breeze
Cold gusts of wind
To chill the bone
a greeting to the creatures
Who walk alone
Fire, blood, and rust
Reflections of a scene
Something some enjoy
But to most seem obscene
Waving back and forth
The fire of the trees
Wind chimes blaring
Like the ratteling of keys
This is fall
Back for another year
Haunting all of warmth
Striking all to fear

"whats wrong"

"im not crazy"

he says as the rain runs down his face,

wondering how he became so different

from the human race.

disgrunteled thoughts eat at him,

as he slowly fades away.

back into the shadows

were he is shunned to stay.

crys for help and ignorance

wishing he was dead.

"am i different from the world?"

"or is it all in my head?"

he wonders why he cannot sleep

noctournal as the night

look away

he has no will to fight