eternityxeight

who am i but another leaf on this tree that seems to be dying out, just another orange leaf, that flows along with the yellow and reds of the autumn air, lost in oblivion among this wave of the winds, i sent out for the reaper and found myself a man, am i to send for him again finding no other way to fulfill my want, a void deeper and wider than any river or sea, who am i to want something to fill this, why do i deserve this, and where do i stand when alone in the darkness, eighty eight keys tell my story and the pain that seems to drift along with me, my worn hands ache from the movement of these fingers, am i to spend my life lo