December Morning


The taste of flesh, on the lips Of vengence.
You’re heartless soul, Without repentance.
The smell of skin, on desire and lust.
Understanding now, there is no trust.

We slip into decline.
Can you see inside my mind?
I knew there’d be no warning.
This December Morning.
This is now my Time.
I’m leaving you behind.
Another day is Dawning.
This December morning.

Turn The lights down low, let the candles melt.
You have no one to blame, except yourself.
From me you’ll feel, no more compassion.
Nothing here, can change what’s happened.