Serene is the darkness
The bare placid darkness
An omen of clarity
A minister of rest

I hate this ******* house
These people all but dead
The tree looks nice
But it'd look nicer
If I was hanging by my ******* head
I like this glass
It's served me well
I've drank and drunk to many things
And now to first noel
I smile at the children
And stand up from that tattered chair
I bow before my life
As my audience sits and stares
I smile and I dance
Knowing this season is my last
I yell "This Christmas is the best!"
Today will be a blast!
The audience all quite puzzled
As they wonder what will pass
Then the realization comes
As I shove the gun far up my ***
Joy to the world
The lord is come

The Gale winds blew, the howling tempest grew
The rains began to fall
Great drums beat on the heavenly sheet
Poised it stood tall
The peak unyielding, the great ***** shielding
Shadow towns below
The pointed king to earth must cling
or sink beneath the snow

Where thoughts go to fester
Where wounds go to heal
Where the world is made a child's toy
Where all is but too real
Give me silence

Where desire goes to dull
Where beauty goes to age
Where youth goes to be forgotten
where naive becomes sage
Give me time

Where good will goes to harden
where ideals go to flower
where a cat goes do decompose
Where a human goes to cower
Give me solitude

Give me somewhere I can think
Give me nowhere at all
Give me wonder
Give me God
Give me Oblivion

My dark eyes unscrew
Cotton in my ears
I'm not here
Ghosts stir around me
me
Un-moving observer
Still and silent
Frayed wire
Broken glass
I see
dysfunction
Damaged parts
Wasted minds
******

Should it be disconcerting that
Your words
Drip and droop
Oozing unintelligible lumps
Starchy and dry
Running through
My fingers
I rearrange to make sense of it
Distracted
Your nose over here
Your **** up here
Your intellect on the
board
bored
******* bored