November

Where is the love far away, the days are long in the night.
November coffin nails already hit.
I remember everything that has happened, the years will continue to march,
rebellious punished with a firm hand.
Northern lights in the sky tell it where the pain comes from.
November the black shaft rips the cycle of seasons,
All darkness is growing for a moment squint.
I'll never get what I need, too painful is the path of man.
Moon bowed whispers through the darkness, the same story endlessly.
Nothing will change, everything will continue to cycle within the same evil.
Rest to relieve the pain, one night at a time. The morning light is not
while the pain in my veins to return.