Dark December

Days are cold

Nights are long

Not as bold

As the morning gong


Through the path

Lost in the mess

Of the crazy psychopath

Not feeling blessed


The dark December

Cold as ice

Things that I cannot remember

Through the broken advice


Without warning

The clear skies disappear


Nothing appears


Gone so fast

Without a warning



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