You left me in the WINTER of my destruction
the 11th hour before my redemption
you rubbed a piercing cold from the crusts of my solitude
against my already cracked skin that left me
calling for the angel of death
pining for her as if she were a lover
like a chandelier I hung from the roof of her mercy asking her to save me
AUTUMN stripped me off the leaves of my sanity
as I SPRING back to regrets of why I never freed myself off of you way
before my tears rained
harder than the
SUMMER showers