November Raised A Bastard

"November Raised A Bastard" By Marcus Cooke

January spawned a monster
February spawned one too
Now all my tomorrows  
Are spoiled because of you.
The kings are in there counting house
Their children in the road
Feelings weigh down paper bags
No end in sight unknown.
 
March kicked me in the bollocks
April took my soul
Cracks in the relationship
Fire in the hole.
Hours became days
Months became moments
Times dies as the body trys
Fighting invisible opponents.
 
May gave birth to hatred
June gave birth to fear
Jealousy took a back seat
As envy moved in here
Clouds part with anguish
The sun comes out to play
Plants dance as we argue
Where we used to prey.
 
July sprung a gasket
August sprung a leak
Disconnect became bitterness
Being strong I became so weak
This void became lonely
This heart had become stripped
This body aches from punishment
Your love is all I seek.
 
September murdered summer
October murdered autumn too
How can I go on living?
When I can no longer be with you?
You went underground
I returned to space
You glanced over your sholder
As i abandoned the human race.
 
November raised a bastard
December raised one too
Xmas came early
When you said you love me to.