Framed By the Flames

Sadness rustle my soul. As per leave falling. Inside Autumn, structured behind my sorrow. The dead trees whispers the deadly words. No, that is not who I chose to be. I wish you could see. I wish you were able to feel, me. With my pain I rake, alone. In the forest, I am edged by infinity. The volume adds up to Nothing. The sale is on, I gather far too much dead bark. The coldness which cover my soul is real. To the 2, to actually want to. Falls my burned out stars. Broken by a darkness. Wishes that are cracked stares into the mirror. Terrified by the monster which stares back. Framed by the flames. My eyes bleeds the tears. I am the blame. I am filled with fear.