Another Fleshy Idol,
          
         to whom I sew myself,

Nameless to he.

Four that lead to four more.
I spend all three trying to cure.
But I see space in new eyes.
A new king to show the skies.
But I still try to refrain,
for I still can feel the pain.
With little hand given,
I hope I'm forgiven.

When I look down at my life from the rooftops,
I see colors spilling out from when I was down.
The gray took over as the truth began to pop.
But I spent so much time prodding, looking around.
And the reasons began to fade as I reached up.
The higher and further, the more I saw.
Again a witch gave me no turn to let up.
A witch of a mirror, opposite in me as I fall.
So I searched harder, lowering my tree to a seed.
A seed like me, one I could be with to be free.

Daddy dino, daddy dino, where are you?
I've hatched from my egg, but where to?
I'm cold. But I feel so warm.
Daddy dino, daddy dino, where are you?

Merry Christmas from an egg that has finally hatched,
into a new creature of something so attached.
It's really Christmas eve! The eve to the best.
A double for my one, who started all the rest.
The eve to the eve, or so I thought.
I've grown to hate the joy which I was taught.
But we all feel some joy, to see the things we love.
But how? When the head of our tree is another dove.

Of the time spent: all I know was a mask.
How could I learn even the easiest tasks?
I'm blind that I couldn't see the truth.
But it was best I didn't know the proof.
But a mask is something we love to see.
And Santa brings us cheer, gifts for free.
It's raining in this room: but I'm so dry.
A father-daughter dance I stole on the fly.

So just imagine; Christmas every year,
Without a seed, to light the tree in fear.
So the lights we hung: I take alone,
as I hear the words in every tone.
Those songs, we all know so well.
Those beautiful lights I wish fell.
So Merry Christmas, really, from me to you.
But I'm counting faster: to see you, too.

Hidden secrets stitches in an Indian's pallet,
but the fire from the dragon's breath burned.
As the totem from the great tree fell silent.
The secret of the star a fake to be turned.

All that the Red Vampire did was think she was best,
but face to face with a mirror called fate she lost rest.
Every stroke is just a ran down house evicted by my mind.
And every flash just as gravity pushing into line.
So I just use numbers as my stake, respect which repels.
The common Czar who only whispers in shadows' spells.
Entering an empty world surrounded by vampires.
I stand alone in a lab finding a God who inspires.