A Day in September

Black dreams of happiness wander inside my head,
And the ghosts of my secrets haunt me when I go to bed.
I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't love,
I just stare at the sky, wondering what's up there, above.

Greenish trees of inspiration burn inside my mind,
I'm looking for water, which I can't seem to find.
I know it should hurt, yet I can't feel a thing,
Not even what a new pen and fresh paper can bring.

Red stripes of blood ripped outside of what should be my heart,
But it's long lost and long time ago fallen apart.
What once could make the strongest, bravest man start to weep,
Is replaced by a black hole of darkness, so dangerous and deep.

What once could love so willingly, so wide,
Is now a place for all that I hide.
The tornado in the hole grows bigger and stronger,
And one day it will kill me, and I can't take it any longer.

I don't have anymore reasons to stick around,
My grace has long ago fallen to the ground.
If love is what makes the human so innocent and clear,
Then I no longer have any reason to be here.

When the leaves fall in autumn, a day in September,
They will fall for the memories, made to remember.
The day the monster eats me from the inside, I'll smile, I won't cry,
It will be my day of final pain, the day that I die.