As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, 
thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke 
rising from a butt ground out on my arm. 
Step into this decay and experience dissolution. 
Crucified on a plank of cruelty, 
crucified on a plank of apathy 
to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration. 
Huddled in isolation, 
to sleep the winter away.