Abuse

Haunting my endless December.

Hearing the screeches of the north pole calling for redemption.

Yearning for a mere chance of being miss November

Abandoning all her internal defenses without any exemption.

 

Departing in innocent whispers and quiet sorrow.

Beginning to infect herself with thoughts for redemption.

Readying herself for tomorrow

Pleading for some attention

 

Obeying to survive

Forgotten, damned

Trying to ease the pain to come alive

With her body slammed 

 

Maybe she will learn salvation

Is not a part of everyone’s life

It does not matter there is no compensation

He will finish the strife 

 

Bring back sweet December

Back when she was so lost

She surrendered herself don't you remember

Everyone believed she wasn't worth the cost

 

They let poor December go

Not one drop of snow escaped

They promised her you know

Instead they saw her crimson while she was videotaped