December

In December
I remember
I was in danger but have no power
It contains anger

Sometimes we're already in good place
With good wine and good friends
Being fine and always smiles
No blood but in pain

Then the night wakes you
The stars aren't you
The moon is watching you
The sky is crying over you

Inside your head is dying slowly
Your heart is beating hardly
When you remember how many December you throw away with any kind of bullshit reason you made yourself

So it goes again
December is on the way end
With dream it takes away

With the hope and we pray
Up and make the better day
Till our hair's turning to gray

-RM 2017