I don't see the sparks that were once there So bright and blaring. Could it be the solace of the moon light Has out shined even you? Believe me when I say I love you, But you have cast a wall so thick, Not even I can break through. Could it be that I was again deceived, That in this instant eternity is you? That this forgotten blaze is now a contest Of who can be more crude. This cycle of oblivion has turned an unbalanced tune. It frightens me, my strength has no power or attitude. I walk away and writhe like a flower frozen dry in winter. Its this feeling I detest the most, Yet this feeling I desire. What is it about December That makes us crave to remember? What our hopes and dream we once lusted over Dropped like a rat into a maze of discontent. How is it that even now, silent and cold. I still have a burning heat, for you.