Fallen Leaves

Cold sweats through late summer, blood traces on the ground

The dry earth cracks and shadows grow, a dying sun sinks down

Horrors and cold slaughter, silent mystery

Staring down the winding sheets, draped across the trees

And back up in the city, I watched the falling leaves

Blown wild across the courtyard and gathered at your feet

Fallen leaves

Words cut from a puzzle, filled with kryptonite

Moved around and rearranged, dark in your heart at night

In your heart at night

Cold sweats through late summer, blood traces on the ground

The dry earth cracks and shadows grow, a dying sun sinks down