Atrophy.

For the roses have wilted in the glint of the midnight moon,
the thorns lie on the path like stars on a dark night,
the autumn leaves have long perished,
for the snowflakes are here to stay.

Like a faded memory i shall pass through your soul,
Like a faded attempt my love shall harden your heart,
because darling,
December approaches..
And sleep shall soon elude me.