The Bleeding

Trees cut the wounded sky 
Of autumn it hangs dead 
Clouded in silver 
Of autumn it hangs dead 

Like a voice from within begging me to stay 
The same as the one telling me to get away 

Deep in my heartache 
Scattered like leaves lies love?s light 
Gather me up 
And hold me through the night 

Like a voice from within begging me to stay 
The same as the one telling me to get away 

Your beauty is a wound in me 
Serene in virginity