The Smell Of Summer
by Evergreen Terrace· from Sincerity Is an Easy Disguise in This Business
Waking up to the smell of summer though its late fall.
We arrived in the morning after the blood had stained the floor.
We waited for hours.
We had lost it all.
The test had shown what I already knew.
Death had come late last night.
Where are all the answers when everything is wrong?
No one has the answers when everything is gone.
I hate the smell of summer though its late fall.
We leave as the sun sets
The car is hot but I am cold.