Little lump of coal
In my stocking
I must’ve forgotten
how to be human
Santa saw me crying on the floor
Screaming and rocking
Back and forth
I forgot how to feel Christmas cheer
My reflection looks so tired
surrounded by my own fears
My mind is crippled
Shaken so hard
I malfunction
Too often
I suppose I’ve strayed too far
Away from god? Too far for Santa’s reindeer?
Nose bleeds and therapy
At least we have a Christmas tree?
I don’t mind coal
I can use it for my sketches
Maybe I’ll light a fire
Watch the flame flicker
Until it settles
And my eyes tire
This little light of mine
I guess I’ll let it shine
With my little lump of coal
My heart finds it’s own way
To feel full
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
Little lump of coal
In my stocking
I must’ve forgotten
how to be human
Santa saw me crying on the floor
Screaming and rocking
Back and forth
I forgot how to feel Christmas cheer
My reflection looks so tired
surrounded by my own fears
My mind is crippled
Shaken so hard
I malfunction
Too often
I suppose I’ve strayed too far
Away from god? Too far for Santa’s reindeer?
Nose bleeds and therapy
At least we have a Christmas tree?
I don’t mind coal
I can use it for my sketches
Maybe I’ll light a fire
Watch the flame flicker
Until it settles
And my eyes tire
This little light of mine
I guess I’ll let it shine
With my little lump of coal
My heart finds it’s own way
To feel full
I used to be so afraid to wake up and see coal in my stocking, now I expect it.