The silence grows venomous As we struggle through each day Foul season of affliction Upon us vehemently This sullen autumn backdrop Providing proper context A befitting canvas For our ever rotting minds Confined to fighting inner demons Never seize the day Cornered and entrapped Faring through ephemeral joys Procrastinate and linger Decrepify our lives Bound by towering woes A half existence raging on Autumn state No sight of hope beneath the grey dusk Living life away with no sense of purpose Autumn state No sight of hope beneath the grey dusk Searching for an unseen truth Forever seeking what we cannot find Rays of vivid light or chilling breeze Cursed to never seize the moment Immersed in thoughts of better days Watch the hourglass grow empty While drifting in confusion Lost in plans of a distant tomorrow Or grief over shattered yesterdays