Ranting words run through my head.

While the ink runs dry and red.

Leaves will go, it is their fate.

While the nothing swings the gate.

By my pen and by my heart.

I pray that we may never part.

And the clock ticks on and on.

Your feet have left, the ground is gone.

But I still wish for wind and rain.

What is the point of endless pain.

I just want the noise to cease.

And I just want to rest in peace.