autumn hours

Autumn Hours

My life has been filled with hardships
But I hold no grudge
I willingly oblige, the whip cracks again
Snaps my back, leaving scars
I’m holding on by thin strips of overworked flesh
Your stranglehold becomes tighter everyday
Chains of your lacking love weigh me down
Pull me closer to the brink of death

Tighten the noose around my neck
My will from yours, it cowers
Pull me under, mister reaper
These are my autumn hours