I feel the snow upon my dry lips.
I feel the cold with her arms on my hips.
I feel the pain as the blood slowly drips.
Puddles form.
The families mourn.
My winter wonderland a place for all.
The ornaments shattered,
Leave razors all around
With your brains all splattered
On the walls and the ground.
I miss you not.
The memories I shot.
The pictures I burned with chesnuts on the fire.
Drinking my eggnog,
Mixed with her blood
Am I demon or saint?
You be the judge.
Jesus frowns as Satan laughs
I've lost all the feelings
That I was trapped.
Merry Christmas dear friends,
I wish you the best
But now it's my end
I've failed the long test.
Your body will never be seen again
And your heart still beating in my ears,
And I can't help but want to baptise myself
In a deep pool of your tears.