A Soft November Wind

A soft November wind blows cold Like leaves across a grave Silent and alone in here In this bed that I have made My eyes held closed against the dark Blind forever to this place I hear the world pass by above me But in here, I am erased In solitude underneath the soil Much like I was before Dead to the world, as my heart still beat But I'm not here anymore A soft November wind blows cold Like a scream from underground That's carried away into the sky Like it didn't make a sound