Chris Hernandez

Seasons

Under the gleaming sun of summer she was here..
Then with the sight of the dying autumn tress she was gone.
Leaving me to wonder on everything done wrong..

the leaves of the saddened trees are growing old..
gracefully falling down embracing their fall..
watching them theres no sound in my desolate mind nothing at all..

silence on this cold October night..
i want to put her out of her misery out of this fight....

confusion overwhelms her and she cant find who i am..
a delusional tragedy crying on command..

my heart was always as cold and as black as...