In the garden
I say your name thrice
There's only silence
Pale days are swallowing me
Not a savior
To lend me a hand

Empty within
Empty without
Entering the void
Love left unspoken

Sleep feels like a plain image of death
In autumn breeze moments of bliss
Never return
We were never prepared of anything at all
Nothing

Pale days
Pale days
Childhood
Turn to dust
Pale days
Roses on your throat