October Bled

Old Names through dust-winds. Seashores of hollow days. Yellow sparks and smothered clouds. Glowing seas and mourning sounds. Wilted gardens in her eyes, Flowing poison from her lips. She wrote the end of memories. As I enjoyed her final drips. [Spoken words:] "As the seasons passed us by As the disease is growing She bid farewell for the final time And the wings have been stolen" Nothing. Has left to hide. Nothing. Has left to be burned inside. [Spoken words:] "Stop bleeding for the sake of breathing... Stop breathing for the sake of living..." Nothing..Has left to hide Nothing..Has left to be burned inside [Spoken words:] "The Autumn will close its doors, But seas will never forget this day"