Passing Days

She left. Took with her a piece of me. Now I'm left with solitude and serenity, sitting with my demons who made friends with me. I look for answers and ignore regrets. The December rain is pouring the days are passing fast. Her words are venom her beauty contrasts. She keeps no secrets I can't wait till sorrow slowly pass. It's 3:12 am lost in my thoughts. Crawl through the mayhem but at what cost?