
Autumn is here, darling,
And the ghosts of lovers past,
Ache to haunt you,
In the blush pink of the skies,
The brilliant, unblemished fabric the color of death,
Adorning the starry nights,
In the blood red of leaves the color of pain,
That make their way down to the damp earth,
It’s the season of quietus,
A time of melancholy,
A cup of nostalgia,
A broken pocketwatch,
Time is stopped for an eternity,
In these hearts that beat ever so slow,
Within these four walls that you only long to call home.
So tread slowly,
Carefully,
Lest the leaves break underneath your feet,
Lest they come down crashing, and burning,
Like the impending apocalypse you try so hard to run away from.
There is no escape from this.
Hellfire will engulf you,
And you’ll see life flash by,
In bits and pieces.
The pain is unbearable,
Yet so sweet,
Almost as if you were revelling in it.
The end is near,
But this time,
You remain unperturbed by the thought of mourning,
The smell of death in the air feels like home,
Darling, this palpable sense of loss,
Has swallowed you whole.
Thank you so much for reading! I fell in love with this song in my childhood, and I feel like it fits the melancholy of the piece perfectly:
Johnny Cash’s You Are My Sunshine-https://youtu.be/cGa3zFRqDn4
