December Sets

Snow falling, mixed with blood and tears
a deep wound, no mourners, passed years

lonely, dying alone, death stalks
no one around but still he talks

no past no present, just a dark future left ahead
cherished memories, friends family, death instead

snow and blood, what a lovely mixture to see
too bad it can't be communicated, just to me

my December eh? no it cannot be mine
it's for the happy, i can feel it in my spine

December sets as i myself die
for me, only the snow can cry