Stars are actually snowballs, constantly being thrown at each other by the playful children
that are the Old Gods.
Planets are ornaments
that adorn the Christmas tree
in the center of the Solar System.
One of them has a floral pattern,
one of them has the British flag on it,
and one of them, I think, is half-shattered, only held together
by the holy adhesive that is tape.
The meteors are popcorn garlands,
that we popped the other night.
Now they're stale and flavorless,
so we decided
to decorate space
All those decorations from last season
on your door,
they won't help your fading memories
Let's admit that we're all ghosts in waiting.
Knock one back with me.
We can rattle our chains to Christmases past.
Count the sum.
See, I've got a clever face.
But I ain't no plastic monkey on your dashboard.
'Cuz I've done my share of sinning
and I've told my share of lies.
But this heart's built ******* tough like a Ford.
to the ball.
We can bring along our masks.
We can hide our pretty faces' **** creases.
We can laugh. We can dance.
We can pretend we're still young.
But we can't deny our dents.
No, I won't deny my dents--Not tonight.
Out the door,
night is cold.
Let the band begin again.
Doubt me now, but I am only getting warmed up.
Though you've done your share of dancing,
you're not really wanting out.
Just like me: you never like an empty cup.
Count the sum.
I might be deaf, blind and dumb.
I ain't like the ******* monkeys on your dashboard.
I'm just a ghost in ***** sheets
and I have made my share of beds
and I believe I'll ******* sleep fine tonight.
And you should try and sleep fine tonight.
Well, all those pretty lights, strung up
last season on your door,
they won't help your fading fortitude to last.
Let's confess that we're just ghosts in waiting.
One more dance with me.
We can haunt this town and recall Christmas past.
LITTLE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE ILLEGIBLE LIKE SCRIBBLES ON PAPER.
THE CHILD WILL NOT STAY BETWEEN THE LINES ANYWAY.
DANGLING ORNAMENTS JUST REMEMBRANCE OF THOUGHTS PUSHED BACK.PUSHED BACK,
YET STILL HELD ON TO, WITH OR WITHOUT KNOWING
THE PAUSE, REWIND, AND FAST FORWARD HAVE BECOME THE NIRVANA FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM.
CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR
AND PUSH IT INTO THE HOLE IN THE WALL.
CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT
IN THE HOLE IN OUR SOULS.
WHAT IS LEFT NOW SLOWLY WITHERS AWAY
AS DUST IN THE WIND,FLYING IN OUR FACE
TRYING TO BLIND US.
WE MUST BRUSH OF THE DIRT EVERYDAY
No amount of camouflage on my face
or ornamentation upon my skin
can hide the insecurity I attempt
to keep hidden deep within.
Do you love me?**
i get up from the empty bed,
that i have been lying on for so long,
and look around me,
and memories of us,
that remind me of what we had,
what we had that is now gone.
that aching pain
is too heavy on my broken heart,
too heavy to bare.
we are done,
and i can not live with it.
the ornaments that are around me,
that remind of you,
i will break them to pieces
so i will no longer,
— The End —