the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Its Christmas time once more,
Presents all o’er the floor,
Greeting cards and relatives are flying through the door.
Merry Christmas to you,
Those words no longer true,
A season that has lost its meaning
In the deafening bells-a-ringing
The fake smiles and the cheers,
Lets get drunk on some beers,
All I’m thinking in my head
Is that this season’s bloody dead.
Santa is a sales manager,
Forgotten child Jesus in the manger,
Though many people surround me,
I somehow feel so lonely.
Christmas time come and gone,
Yet something feels so very wrong,
Something is missing amidst this cheer,
That something is the fact that you’re not here…

6:45 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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