i woke up to yet another day grown to expect expect more of the same except for, for a subtle change and that is, i'm slowly fading away harvest moon, soon will pass crop is gone, left only chaff a bitter pill, and an overcast a flag unfurled, at half mast a YEAR TO THE DAY since you went away a moment in time when you were last mine i'm here standing still with more time to kill i barely survived i barely survived like pouring salt on an open wound memory filling filling this empty room i'm as bare, i'm as bare as a barren womb still like the air in a whitewash tomb a YEAR TO THE DAY since you went away a moment in time when you were last mine i'm here standing still with more time to kill i barely survived i barely survived three sixty-five
