seasonal suicide

with a turned back to the reason, 
you try to filter the pain,

your Closed eyes in the sunshine, 
wont make it fade away

we all know Cats can keep secrets, 
from the mothers of their prey

when you Punish the season, 
you only injure the grain.

Moments aren’t forever, 
hold onto the ones you want to save.

Only silence hears its echo, 
in the hollow of our graves.