Step into your holy church and rinse off the nightmares that come in the dark. Partake in the communion of wild saints.
Sip the water trickling down your cheeks,
And maybe you think of biting off a bar of soap in case it will cleanse the unholiness of your insides.
Shed off those dead layers.
Step into the sanctuary of immaculate reconciliation.
Go forth into a new day.
Repeat as needed.

I have been on a search.. A search for a saint.. But have found none.. I have been on the road for to long.. To find a saint is to find something that cannot be found.. All lights have been dimmed by sin.. None shine bright.. But what I found is that although dim they still shine.. Some are brighter than others.. Some are close to even shining as bright as a saint.. There is light left in this world after all.. Its not a perfect shine.. But they do still shine.. Even if they are dim by sin.. There is always a chance to shine brighter..

There is the fifth day of December.
The Saint brings us Holy gifts of love,
Now, the fire is but smoke and ember.

Refrain:

My darling, wherever you may be,
Come with blue bows for my Christmas tree!

This night, even the moon is limber,
And Saint Nicholas comes from above.
There is the fifth day of December.

Refrain:

My darling, wherever you may be,
Come with blue bows for my Christmas tree!

Make me get sweet dreams to remember!
These angels of love don't ever shove.
Now the fire is but smoke and ember.

Refrain:

My darling, wherever you may be,
Come with blue bows for my Christmas tree!

This waiting time and scents of amber!
I need you as the hand needs its glove.
There is the fifth day of December.

Refrain:

My darling, wherever you may be,
Come with blue bows for my Christmas tree!

Come, breathe sweet kisses in our chamber!
Love flies around like a milk-white dove.
Now the fire is but smoke and ember.

Refrain:

My darling, wherever you may be,
Come with blue bows for my Christmas tree!

In our little house, made of timber,
Angels come, great is the light thereof.
There is the fifth day of December.
Now the fire is but smoke and ember.

tell me why your eyes are closed again
your hands are tied, you can't listen
your words and all the time you spent
your "soft and sweet," your "innocent"

they call you madness luring in
deception's home that never ends
a sleeping devil, angel's friend
the one whose evil lurks within

your sainthood is a counterfeit
you mimic gods and envy them
like stone you never break or bend -
you are regret, you are my sin.
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The blasphemy
That overtakes my
Thoughts
Was put there by
Demons and
Kept there by
Saints in order
To destroy me slowly.
Demons upon demons
Have entered and left
Without a trace
Leaving negativity
Like tumors on my
Brain
Inoperable
Said the Saints
And they left me too
Now I have nothing
Inside of me
Leading me towards
The banks of the
Cloudy river
I have nothing leading
Me towards the bottle of
Sleeping pills on
My dresser
I have nothing to stop me
I have nothing
I have
Me