The Language, Death, Eternal

I feel the tension created again, to begin descent
Black is this day, for another to wait in an emptiness hole
Horizons foreseen that bring forth the death season, the replacement of all with decaying life
I feel the sorrow in the breath of the wind
The annual shedding of soul.

I feel the cold
As the darkness of night closes in
As the sun disappears
I know each day will be more dark.

We all face dilemma - the language: Death, eternal
Floating away with the falling leaves - the festering darkness of fall
The emptiness that carries - like a soundless symphony
Death reclaims us all in the shedding of soul.

Fading away are the pieces of life
As once complete, eventual dissolve
The sparking of fires dying out in the mind
The memories blacken with time
This weakening resonates within
Released finality of this plane
Purified in a moments calm.

I surrounded myself with trees, and the trees surround me
I hear the somber song and feel the death in the wind
I can feel the seasons cold death that emanates
In my spirits cold tears, the dying flame of the soul
To my knees I fall and watch a Fallensun fade.

Cold tears
Disappearing
Ever fading
Evermore.