Now that the summer is over and the last butterfly is dead
Autumn creaks its dry branches through your dry thoughts
And you wish to wrap up in a warm cocoon of feelings
Now that light thickens it gets harder to forgive yourself
After that one passage through life itself and painted figures
Death creeps with broken feet towards you and your skin
And you wish that birth was just a dream of time passed
After that obscure ritual you are still not ready to be a man
Before that first sun god starts to open its single giant eye
She points at two entirely different, yet identical life streams
And you must choose quickly, the madness is about to start
Before that first explosion there was only you and her
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Submission Name: Honey
