Lletres: Brimstone. Carving A Crimson Career. Autumn.

Oceans of sadness
Overflows me
Feels like I'm leashed
And can not move
Depression entering my lungs
And as I choke it graps my soul
It feels like I am dead
But I am still alive
Will I ever wake up
From my dreams
To see the moon again

Rain from the darkened
Autumn skies
And I watch october rise
And it fills my heart with pain
Yet, I greet this
Mournful autumn