Lies Of Autumn

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, 
Thoughts turn acrid and curl 
Like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. 
Step into this decay and experience dissolution. 

Crucified on a plank of cruelty, 
Crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. 
Immobile for the cold duration. 
Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.