He loved Christmas
The cold, the sounds
How the smell of food passed
And trees weigh a thousand pounds

He smiled at the little children and the Santas
And waved at the moms
He paid his dues to the Church
And donated home made balms

He was a simple man
He loved to paint
He went home and smiled
His little home was very quaint

He went to the basement
Got out his brush and started to go
The body next to him was still
He loved the sight of blood on the snow

I am so very sorry  mother.
Even to my only brother.

I made one of my biggest mistakes..
My promises are the ones who breaks.

My idiotic maturity.
they make my soul impurity.

I beg of you mother, please forgive me..
You don't know just how sorry I'll be.

I love you mother and im so sorry.
Just sit with me and look at the sky, Isn't it starry?

Please don't be mad.
Im trying so hard not to be bad.

Im sorry*  mother*.
I'll try to be another.