December comes, the one and only Time to celebrate that I’m lonely Twenty-first day, year seventeen Gazing out at the grey winter scene Another coffin nail’s removed from the shelf I’m another year further from myself Three moons pass that remind me of your face Three fields of stars represent your place Then the sun comes up and I’m all alone Two weeks to make this feel like home Just one day until the early rising Boxes let rapping paper disguise them They say there are things money just can’t buy If only, if only they knew how to lie Such bright words but I can’t forget They are speaking of the gift I’ll never get Merry Christmas, the holiday’s haunted I got every gift except the one I wanted No beating hearts under the Christmas tree No loving lips curve to smile for me Mocking mistletoe, a poisonous plant My imagination does what I can’t It would be so easy to walk into the snow To embrace the numbness and never let go Never let reality melt back in Be taken away by the softest sin Close my eyes and dismiss desire Let ice envelop my internal fire And with the final beat of my heart I’d let my life fall apart But I’m still alive and I know why I lack the initiative to live, lack the initiative to die This is a poem about December. For those who don't know, seventeenth birthday is december 21st. That explains why the date is mentioned in the song. On the timeline Christmas vacation starts on the 23rd, three days (or moons/starts) later. Then of course, it is one more day until the early rising of Christmas. Just thought I'd let it be known what I was talking about incase it wasn't clear. Comments are appreciated.
you have awesome talent mate. great great work. fantastic. and you write ever so often(i suppose) each time capturing me. just mind blowing...
You changed a line? I liked the end even more than the beginning, because it started to smooth out at the end. You really did great on this.