Dead Ends

The words you say color the leaves And make them all fall down With every breath you blow the breeze That sends a frost upon the ground You're already gone So I must leave this place Nights blanketed by pinholes in the sky Dreams of where you want to be Waiting forever sinking in fear A fading melody The nightbirds will sing tales of love and loss Of a winter to come forsaking everything Of silence searching in all directions for the dead ends To which they lead Carve me from your skin Purge me from your veins And from this death will bloom one day The beauty of everything But you should know I've already left this place