Dead Air
Indifference
the stale sound
of apathy
Twelve months
and we thin to nothing
We choke
on bitter words
we would never say
This span of autumns
brought no change
Apparations
hollow voice
ghost of us
Twelve months and
how frail this autumn leaves
I choke on bitter words
I would never say
This span of autumns
never changed
Writer/s: Daylight Dies
