lies of autumn

• bir burn the priest şarkısı.
  
  as the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl
  like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. step into this
  decay and experience dissolution. crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified
  on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. immobile for the cold
  duration. huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.