Christmas time.
The Sky is falling upon my desperate thoughts so I nailed you to your fictional cross, Wrapped you tightly in your fucking lights, so I can choke away every happy life.
The screws are falling from my mind and my limbs are scattered behind;
Every broken fence
Every broken home
Every pill you took
And every moment alone.
I suffer because you left, I suffer because in your place were the hands of lust and crave.
In the estate, I dig your grave with shovel and pick made from tinsel and bile, all the ingredients that drove Christmas so vile, so hated, so disgust.
Can't you see, we've all been left to die, no lamb of God, no saviour to be had, just the sickness of repetition, year after year I endure this wholesome lie, this filthy star of blinding fears, and tears that hide behind christmas time.
Smile you ungrateful bastard and drink your wine,
So I'm told.
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Christmas can be a tough time for so many. It's a month (December) of great contrast. Christmas day is a bitter sweet day for me x
Bitter sweet it is, family is the sweet, bitter is the pain. Thank you C. X
Ouch! Brutal! Wow!
You crucified Christmas with no mercy, Nine Eleven. Even if I love Xmas, I have to give you thumbs up for the way you wrote it. A unique & brilliant way. Very sad, no need to say. B
It's very sad that all we see is a jolly old fat guy made from cocacola, walls made from chocolate, and misery on our streets., thank you B. X
Hello Nine Eleven...
Thanks to you and your like...
It's my Boost up...
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Much appreciated...
Thank you very much...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Carry on...
sparrowsong
Thank you S, your an enigma that I will one day crack but until then, keep cryptic, x
A great contrast in respect of the fun side, Christmas can also be the worst time of the year for some, especially for family. I know! 🌹
Thanks Shirley, it sure can, x
This is awesome. Great writing. Brilliantly written.
- Syd
Thank you syd
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This is outstanding. I really love this, I really do. The emotion drips from each line, the disdain, the hypocrisy ...fantastic. I love raw and this is really raw. Quality writing my friend X
Thank you Marion, it was a tough one to write, I had to make sure that each word hit its point, it's very easy to lose control when writing with anger and despair by your side but I took from them what I needed and held them back near the end.
Dear Nine Eleven,
As a young lad, Christmas for me, was a double entendre, not only a day to open sought after gifts, but also to celebrate my father's birthday, December 25, 1915. In the nineteen-fifties, when every restaurant was closed, we would have an open-house birthday party for my father starting at one o'clock, with a lovely buffet table and well-stocked bar, averaging thirty to forty visitors. But as years progressed, my parents passed away and my values changed. I became an atheist, and realized that the holiday had no meaning to me. It is the time of year that most suicides occur and I find myself surviving on memories of my youth. Great write! You tell it like it is!
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
PS.. Sorry for the late comment but I'm just getting to know you and reading more of your fine works!