At the dawn of the year’s solstice
At the beginning of the end
When all changes into nothing
And leaves us in barren shackles

This is Death’s dawn knocking at my door
I kneel down and obey
Holding onto what I have created this year
What is about to be taken away

Is it all in my head
Or is there a change on the horizon?
I see colors so vivid, so different
I cannot define them with words

Verbosity has made its yearly pilgrimage
To the veins of these leaves
When their pure green blood is drained
And they fall dead to the ground

This is Death’s dawn knocking at my door
This is the beginning of the end
I state once more
Because all I see is this depression again

It is all pretty and fine
Until I retire once more
Inside my shell
Hibernating out this winter again

It is all gorgeous and blithe
But these automatic feelings
Are vanquished inside me
I quaff their existence and abolish my will

Ahhhh, but I’m wasting all my time
I can’t afford the view
I am not automatonic like the rest
What makes them happy makes me sad

These feelings I should feel
Are not my desire
I am just about to cry
But I hang on to my resurrection come spring once more