only thing on my wishlist
a life i havent had
alone with no witness
for this, i am glad

charred arms and sunken eyes
markings of hidden trouble
scarred hearts give no surprise
sparking fires inside a plastic bubble

bubbles and bottles
leaving a stain of distrust forever
a ruckus will follow
breathing insane, freezing weather

is this the heart i want?
the weight, the height, the face?
must i be scarred and flawed?
my way, my life, my mates?

what more can a man desire?
unfulfilled desires and an incomplete wishlist,
will you say you knew of my ire,
when im dead by christmas?