The spirit of Christmas has been frozen
with filthy black snow from your soulless heart
I'm just another broken little soldier
that with feminine claws you tear apart.
Your the feline clouds that drops relentless despair
disjointed, angry and closed from feelings
I would tear my legs from my torso to be there
when the angel of death sees your dealings.
This decaying forgotten realm you left me in
this country of the despised and degenerated
passport stamped by angry feet, whilst starving
in this cyber world I should not be craving
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
The spirit of Christmas has been frozen
with filthy black snow from your soulless heart
I'm just another broken little soldier
that with feminine claws you tear apart.
Your the feline clouds that drops relentless despair
disjointed, angry and closed from feelings
I would tear my legs from my torso to be there
when the angel of death sees your dealings.
This decaying forgotten realm you left me in
this country of the despised and degenerated
passport stamped by angry feet, whilst starving
in this cyber world I should not be craving
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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