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Black December
The rain falls like tears
Streaked with black mascara
Down a canvas torn
Eyes red from vented sobs
Peak from shielding hands
All jaded and scorned
This coming Black December
Is absent of those remembered
Tragedy struck in winter land
With a blaze of glory
Leaving only cinders
The passing time creeps to a crawl
Until the clock seems to stall
The mocking ticking everlast
Alcohol dreams
Welcome to the fall
Lost and lonely, dead
Rest inside sodden leaves
Peaceful in the bed
Made for restless spirits
At home where she sits
Where jaded lovers wed
We carved our names in the old oak
Beneath the eyes of the ghosts
The hangman’s noose, it still remains
Hearts beating
Faster when the rain soaks
Cupid was missing
On the day of my oath
Forbidden kissing
Away from prying eyes
But her sweetly sighs
Mixed with serpents hissing
But that is all in the past
Like unwanted dreams that were cast
Out like wilted dead roses
That long lost their beauty
To days that never last
In dreams it seems
That her face
Is lost in screams
The razor kissed
The flesh, caress
Pale skin and splash
Her blood on white walls
Still I mourn
In grief reborn
The fire burns
Brightly, slowly
Pealing skin from
These old bones at last
Streaked with black mascara
Down a canvas torn
Eyes red from vented sobs
Peak from shielding hands
All jaded and scorned
This coming Black December
Is absent of those remembered
Tragedy struck in winter land
With a blaze of glory
Leaving only cinders
The passing time creeps to a crawl
Until the clock seems to stall
The mocking ticking everlast
Alcohol dreams
Welcome to the fall
Lost and lonely, dead
Rest inside sodden leaves
Peaceful in the bed
Made for restless spirits
At home where she sits
Where jaded lovers wed
We carved our names in the old oak
Beneath the eyes of the ghosts
The hangman’s noose, it still remains
Hearts beating
Faster when the rain soaks
Cupid was missing
On the day of my oath
Forbidden kissing
Away from prying eyes
But her sweetly sighs
Mixed with serpents hissing
But that is all in the past
Like unwanted dreams that were cast
Out like wilted dead roses
That long lost their beauty
To days that never last
In dreams it seems
That her face
Is lost in screams
The razor kissed
The flesh, caress
Pale skin and splash
Her blood on white walls
Still I mourn
In grief reborn
The fire burns
Brightly, slowly
Pealing skin from
These old bones at last
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