Mar 12, 2005 00:38
Its late autumn
The leaves fall from the trees
Into our cold hands
Freezing us.
I want this warmth to spread
to let everyone out of this
broken thermometer bleed silver
Beads of sweat break out and fall
Down i go
Temperature.
If you dont allow me to hear you
How can i every repay you
All this cries out loud
wanting to to warm itself--
Wont you let me go
(Let me go)
I feel my blood
Fre----ezing
(Let me go)
This cold breaks me,
Shatters me---- like-glass.
Its late autumn...
The leave---s fall
From their resting place
Down into our-----Frigid hands
Warming our souls.