Analysis of Lazarus

The aspens turn from green to gold
Death can be so pretty
Arrayed as an antebellum ball
The fall has touched the city
A gust of wind is capable
Of remembrance or redemption
Bordering on winters hand
The seasons of contention
I walk on cobbled streets
Down paths I used to know
All around are reds and browns
A whispering of snow
Feeling reaches climax
I've stumbled by the past
A house we owned, the sepulcher
We built for living fast
The air is cooling quickly
The suns' under a veil
I'm nearing to Novembers kiss
And Decembers cold betrayals
From here on dusk is weaning,
Me into a bitter night
Into a realm of history
Where nothing turned out right
‘Bleed the night,' I mutter
Why must I stand alone?
On the cobbled streets of sapphire
Where I used to roam
Like vagabonds the shadows
Follow in the need
To find a resurrection
To make the memories bleed
The midnight blends the apex
The darkness has arrived
I turn to find a place to hide-
I fall into a dive
There I'll wash away
With all the others hiding
Take the liquors burning-
In the emptiness confiding
Then 4:00 a.m. will near
And I will stumble home
Lose myself in dreams again
And in the morning be reborn.