December Morning - Provision

The taste of flesh, on the lips of vengeance.

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