Autumn is Solitude

they all sing about the pain - rhymes of passion and angst
they forget all about the inbetween moments, the ones no one notice
the dull dreariness of reality when you sit lonely in your room
and infinity passes

in the blink of an eye you've lost your youth
fragmented memories like torn polaroids in black and white
cannot tell why life decided to play hide and seek
with a lamenting lonely soul such as yourself

and the dramatic autumn sunset does nothing to soothe your senses
your withered heart filled with holes, like in the songs
But there's just the emptiness
No passion, no pain, no angst - it's empty

and now darkness falls - the starry cold sky obscures your thoughts
and the melancolic piano tune become the soundtrack of every night
passtimes only a distraction from solitude
those inbetween moments return

and you sit, you lie in your bed
and there is the slanted sunlight, the piano
and there are the stars
and there is the Emptiness
And all they see is the pale skin of someone who forgot
her purpose