Without wings you can't fly

You were the king for everything I carried. I was your angel, till December my wings got shorn. Like dripping gold it ran down my spine I go back to blood now that you're divine. You were the burden in everything I carried. I played your surgeon, till December shattered my temper. The wrath of man became my skin. I couldn't neglect the venom rushing through my veins, hands tightening as I crush your reins.