What day is it?

A sad shore of sorrow
Scares the lonely morn'
On its way to tomorrow
For a hate and angry scorn

I travel this shore
In search of you
Where my love your anger tore
And pierces my heart through

The bloody sand of pain,
So stale and bitter
Not even washed by the rain
Or covered by all the litter,

Attracts this fowl light
That leads me to this storm
I'm to dead to even fight
Still everything is in this form

So in this moon set day
For this long cold November
I cry and still feel this way
Even though it's December