Dead Air - Daylight Dies

Indifference

The stale sound

Of apathy

Twelve months

And we thin to nothing

We choke

On bitter words

We would never say

This span of autumns

Brought no change

Apparitions

Hollow voice

Ghost of us

Twelve months and

How frail this autumn leaves

I choke

On bitter words

I would never say

This span of autumns

Never changed