Marching under the November cool
Listening to the tunes of my steps
Conjuring rage to keep me warm
To keep the frost from reaching my heart
Marching under the November sky
Wishing if i had wings to fly
Away from the threat of my love
Far away from the tenderness of my heart
Marching under the November gloom
Trying to forget the smile
Forget the soft touch
The entrancing little voice
Marching under the November stars
Pacing away with fear from the deadly touch of love
A touch so delicate yet so fatal
The touch that's both a dream and a nightmare
Marching under the November candles
Counting birthday wishes from my demons
Enjoying the bittersweet of life
Smiling through the cold hell
Matching under the November moon
Waiting for love to fade in the ether
For snow to paint the roads pale
Waiting for December.