Change My Autumn

Forever had died today in my arms.

My brown eyes turned ash gray as winter calls from afar.

Awakening in darkness on this bitter hilled morning,

pretending everything is fine.

Summer fades as a photograph in a fire,

unrestrained memories release this pain from my heart.

Look into my sorrowed face,

answer me.

How do I end this suffering?

 

Crossing over a fine thread,

shackles tighten on my enslavement to you.

Change my autumn before the death of next morning,

glittering underneath my

sadness lays a human in need down on worn knees,

begging with a raspy voice to the angels in the bluebird sky.

“Love me as I lay cold”, stonily tears discolor this copper face.

Outside of the inner circle,

alone without a trace of mercy from your black heart.

 

Withdrawing hatred from within,

submersing this feeling in jar o emptiness.

Change my autumn as time unlocks a new life around me,

my soul burns to touch the candle’s flame for forgiveness.

Endeared by holy strength as night cries alone,

caring for once about something.

I reach the road with a tired step,

lifting my head upwards.

 

Heaven is close to me,

now I can sleep with you in these dreams.

My trembling lips speak to the stars.

“Change my autumn for all is done”

 

Does this life mean anything to you?

Watching in the corner of your mind,

words I cried but go ignored.

Time after time my will has been slaughtered for yours,

open up to me before night fills heart evermore.

Paths will lead you to my unjust execution,

locked in bondage for eternity.

I cannot fathom your bleeding flame,

misdirected by others as the sun comes from your eyes.

 

Vanity has become the only thing I can cry too,

years I have tried to persuade your thinking.

A small bit of me still lives inside of you,

fruits I have brought to the table.

Scrapes is the only fuel you will consume,

now time is withering away like a storm at sea.

My autumn is changing for the better.