The Secret of Last December

The secret of last December begins to seep through the cracks
in your oh so perfect existence, the words you spit forth continue 
to prove to me that there is nothing left to believe in, this winter 

has never been more cold and your eyes have never held more lies,

against the grain the sun arises bringing forth a new summer, 

yet you continue to push and pull, shattering hopes and

driving a nail straight through our perfect portraits

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You say he deserves it, but when the anvil finally slams

the family tree falls, a walking disaster this becomes and the

five year old cannot cry enough, everything becomes nothing

and neither understand how unbalanced we have now become 
defying the very image you believe in, it’s too late to even hope

on a prayer, alone I sit in my room, surrounded by old portraits of

laughter and family, yet now scarred I'm on my way out