november rain

november rain

november rain feels like
my last train
to the poetic fray
november rain
my wondrous thrill

before the christmas killing
november rain
my winter saint
my winning race

november rain

november rain

november rain tastes like
rashing tears
the acid trip to sunken memories
that won't sink
no deeper
than my will
to reclaim

my lost skin

my lost face

november rain
is just a phase
that always feels
like the last