Indifference 
The stale sound of apathy 
Twelve months 
And we thin to nothing 

We choke 
On bitter words 
We would never say 
This span of autumns 
Brought no change 

Apparitions 
Hollow voice 
Ghost of us 
Twelve months and 
How frail this autumn leaves 

I choke 
On bitter words 
I would never say 
This span of autumns 
Never changed