Fuck December showed up early enough to deconstruct my new year plan She dressed like a slut Sexy but rough wearing my pain enough like hiphop chains Gaudy Dressed rowdy but allow me to explain It's the end of the year I still carry my shame Therefore it wears my stains like dirty laundry isn't something to change It's fashion Clothing I imagine fits too snug Too tight Who could love this attire but me Model under fire Walking on this runway tired In heals On hills hard to climb December with this necklace of time Broken Late Worn out faith and months too late to start over. Fuck The years done and what have we become Models of careless character clothed Mannequins out in the cold

I watched December enter chilled with an agenda to kill Death at the center It held it's hostage still The future Shaking Eyes full of ill Temptation a thrill A gun unstable Once done The present sun darkened The stars cried The eyes of eleven months now denied the prize of a life Light dimmed at night A rite Fatal Blood slowly spilled off the ritual table He dropped the knife Shocked Paused His breathing stopped His heart no longer beating lost of life cheating eternity from a date. The wake awake Sacrifice of the present state Goodbye through the big brown eyes of my great suicide

Looked for an half hour Sour like I cant speak sound doctrine Pen came back with its nose running Scratched my symphony off the label Told me that it was violent Thought that a revolutionary word would jump the fence Gabe me a restricted that made no sense "Don't make em mad by what you spit " I said "Shiiiiddddd I aint scared not one bit" Canceled my evening shift Put tape around the pen cause it was a little bent Put a explicit sticker right next to the clicker Talking about he had a brand new editor December bout to get that tail whipping Acting all snoodie I will.just get a new one then Threw that pen in the trash quick... ©️thelyricalexodus

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