Rainforest

Fall, December I hate They calling my heart Raze plays with her face Never going below Lies playing my part Praise under the sun Dark just like your eyes March under the snow Burn, violet-lies Fear of the unknown High, shadows of night Shapes start to decay Loading the woods in my mind Rolling to the dawn of the day Wings Sins Rolling my blunts to my bay Trade black heart for red The wind smells like perfume Fall, flowers don't bloom Grey skies underneath Sound cuts the air like a dart