This year\'s fall hasn\'t landed
The branch, still bending with my weight
Waiting for a snap to reveal my fate
Inside a hollow which I hide
The darkness which I keep inside
I\'m Forgotten like last year\'s autumn leaves
Unlike burnt banknotes upon which they grieve
Please remove these stones beneath my feet
Swallow little pills so I can weep
The ghost of me hanging from a tree
A suicidal knot