Autumn Nightmare/To Die in Autumn
Autumn Nightmare
So much beauty is held within my family's nightmare!
The children pile up my brothers' remains,
Red, yellow, orange and brown.
They dive right into the middle with laughter,
Though they swim in a mountain of corpses
I am but a dead leaf, and never have I felt this beautiful!
To Die in Autumn
His blade slices through my flesh as though it were butter.
My fluids pour out; deepening the red of the autumn leaves.
That man is looking down, showering me with yellow, orange and brown.
The breeze blows through his hair, though I no longer feel it on this cold ground.
So much beauty is held within my family's nightmare!
The children pile up my brothers' remains,
Red, yellow, orange and brown.
They dive right into the middle with laughter,
Though they swim in a mountain of corpses
I am but a dead leaf, and never have I felt this beautiful!
To Die in Autumn
His blade slices through my flesh as though it were butter.
My fluids pour out; deepening the red of the autumn leaves.
That man is looking down, showering me with yellow, orange and brown.
The breeze blows through his hair, though I no longer feel it on this cold ground.