Suicidal Knot

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