“Umber Av.”
It’s a slow death
watching times change
and fall to ashes in the autumn
on this road conjoining
Umber Av. Where the dust never settles
given a good rain
everything runs to the ground
now the rain falls like angels
its silver and cold
it runs right through me
destroying ever last hope I had
and this is how it ends
on my knees in the mud
clawing at the ground
where I buried your memories
where the hell did they go
where did this bloody mess come from
found a tiny box full of limbs
stuck together with pins and needles
they spoke to me with your voice
it’s a slow death
watching times change
as you fall to ashes in the autumn
on that road conjoining
Umber Av. Where the dust never settles
given a good rain
we’ll all fall to pieces
to be buried in the ground