The Black of Fall. [Poem of Mine]

Did you hear that noise?
The creeping of the leaves,
Ever so poise.
You're going to catch a cold, running about without any sleeves

On such a cold, lovely night
While the wind is bitter,
Killing the leaves to the delight
Of winter.

Walk away and I'll follow,
Tracking you by the sounds of the the crisp corpses beneath your feet as you walk amongst the trees.
You can't hide, I'm the voice inside your head, the one that loves to watch you wallow.
Honey, the prize of life is a funny thing, riddled with fees.

In the black of fall,
You'll be facing a wall
Waiting bitterly for things that won't come
And for this useless advice, you're ever so welcome.

In the black of fall,
You shall lose it all...
Not that you really had anything
But you will always have me, I'll never leave.

Isn't it lovely?
It will always be just you and me.
You're doomed, dear
And sadly, the end is nowhere near here.