perennial

this autumn feels like funeral to me, the longest song of grief, and not for what has passed, but for what shall last, exhausted nature is so tragic and suicidal, oh how spectacular she is when she kills herself, death throes are slowly crawling to her toes, as the last leaf is falling off her head, i'm here with her undressed, with a few petals on my breasts, we shared opiates and let the landscapes do the same, i love your warmth but yet prefer to sleep in cold alone, we fixed our eyes up to the sky, to see a flight send us farewell, goodbye, may we see each other next time, so please, come back to celebrate this festival of life, then as now fly, today you reached the point of no return, now cry and then die, tomorrow i will meet you with your cells restored, annual tradition of mass destruction, in the name of total reconstruction, my biggest source of confusion, the reason of decay and disillusion, under permanent ice, we found a breathless paradise, no, we're not dead, no, we're not dead, just enjoying coma, from the ashes of my roots, the new me will rise to live again, this is poetry of youth, this is poetry of me and you, from the ashes of my roots, the new me will rise to live again, this is poetry of youth, this is poetry of me and you