Wither, wither lonely

I am in the state of November

Ruins nestle in your curves and hollows, lonely

November is careless

Redheaded destroyer of idols and hopes

Fiery eyes and neon screams and Freon heart

Dancing madly on a windowsill

The cities of November burn in laugher

Burn out magnesium skies I’m gone, gone, gone

Hot and cold running madness too gone to be sorry

Wither, pretty child, wither for me now