Autumnal - Man's Life Is The Wolf's Death

I live all alone leaving minutes off
I won't walk … I travel thinking about
me changing something out of this, but
this exists before you and me swim in this mud.

But I am wrong again,
one in a million of solitudes…
I can't climb my stairs,
Trapped by the heaviest mask…
I won't spread my chest,
Pumping between anger and lust…
I pray The Lord to rest,
but my heart still beats…

I have become to feel so weird so
far, so strange in this viscous life…
Roots over me drowning, choking
Life, I must dry, fall and feed the grass before I burn.
But I am wrong again…
I can't climb my stairs…
I won't spread my chest….
But my heart still beats…

Now, that I am all alone… I know that I've always been, I will always be… I don't pretend otherwise.

I am getting old, and something I don't know
Sucks my sap, consumes my old smile…
An immortal hell with demons that feed on dull years
A life, that is death, doesn't end if you don't breathe…
I look back and the road seems so curved and rough,
Before me all is straight….

I thrashed you, you loved me… but I owned my reason…
Over and over… I tried to conceal….
What in me should be less than a simple fear…
Older and colder… we just approach to fall…