In those piles of, autumn leaves, lay the already DEAD! In those piles of, autumn leaves, there’s, only the remains of our, yesterdays, rotting away, little, by little.
And, by the time we searched for what’d been lost, in those piles of, autumn leaves, there would be, nothing, but the invisible bones that we can’t, even touch anymore!
In those piles of, autumn leaves, those dreams of our yesterdays got covered up, and we’d dug, into the ground, to try to, recover them, got all the dirt under our, fingernails, and we still, can’t reach them, they got, buried too deep, in those piles, autumn leaves now.
in places, underneath here…
In those piles of, autumn leaves, you’ll, find the dead bodies (or maybe, they’re all just, sleeping, yeah, that’s it!!!) of those, insects, deep, into the ground, they’re, hibernating from the coming of the cold, harsh winters, guess we should be, getting ready for that too, huh???
In those piles of autumn leaves, you will find, me, you, us, this dead child I would’ve caried for you (uh dude, you gotta be, DELUSIONAL here!!!), and none of that is, in existence now, because you mother @#%$ING (so???), murdered ME, and I’d, BURIED my SELF down, TEN-feet underground (‘cuz six feet’s still, too shallow, as I will, CLAW my way out!) already, and right beside me lay, my DEAD ghost of a baby girl, my darling, EMILY!