Our Last Day

The sun shines on our last days,
burning time up to ruin rotten decay.
I'm not feeling emotion,
its not real as the sun shines on our last days.

Half the momentum you'd usually have,
you were on your way.
the sun was shining on our last day.

Autumn was nice,
but winter was not.
Digging a hole,
as I remember the shine on our last days

And the heartache becomes pathogenic
tearing a hole wide open to disease
kill me please. Kill me please.

Autumn was beautiful as you and me
but winter refused to freeze
digging a hole
coming from memories of the sun on our last days.