Perennial

This autumn feels like funeral to me The longest song of grief And not for what has passed But for what shall last Exhausted nature is tragic and suicidal! Oh how spectacular she is when she kills herself! Death throes are slowly crawling to her toes As the last leaf is falling off her head I’m here with her undressed With a few petals on my breasts We shared opiates and let the landscaped do the same I love your warmth but yet prefer to sleep in cold alone We fixed our eyes up to the sky To see a flight send us farewell Goodbye! May we see each other next time So please, come back to celebrate this festival of life! Then as now fly! Today you reached the point of no return Now cry! And then die! Tomorrow I will meet you with your cells restored Annual tradition of mass destruction In the name of total reconstruction My biggest source of confusion The reason of decay and disillusion Under permanent ice we found breathless paradise No, we’re not dead No, we’re not dead Just enjoying coma From the ashes of my roots the new me will rise to live again This is poetry of youth, this is poetry of me and you!