Dead leaves, rotting down

rejoining the ground, my fear painted frown

as I collect my mind, in this season of hurt

from the autumnal decay, like these piles of dirt

Bare trees, hide no sins

naked branches just like torn skin

after too many drinks the knife cuts in

and the sap pours, red again

Cold skies, like my heart lies

emotionless, in its darkest guise

dulled to the pain, from a constant barrage

now just a husk, a shell to discard

Wet ground, from when the tears laid waste

left stains, pain ingrained on my face

now can no longer cry, the well has been emptied

the tears have run dry