I am untouchable, right?
You don't want to touch me
Be near me
I'm so ugly

An outcast, I gripe
Sparkles of dust
Flying aimlessly
Towards the void

I disgust, don't I?
An abomination in flesh
A ***** -inducing nauseating pile of thrash
I'm nothing to you
You are nothing to me

So you fear I'll give you the disease
Honey, there's no disease worse than the one that is rotting your brain
To you
I'm dispensable
An object
A slave

So you won't touch me
But you want me clean your dirt, your shame, your filth
For they would make your hands *****
My hands, what hands?
I'm subhuman ******‌, right!
They don't matter
Nothing matters

So you won't touch me?
That's fine
I DON'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED BY YOU
NOT IN A MILLION YEARS
YOU DISGUST ME

Suddenly the sun has gone
Away from the lilac skies
The sky's black-blue
Suddenly the sun has gone
Away from the lilac skies
The sky's black-blue
I've caught the flu
I've caught the flu of wintertime

Incandescence through chlorophyll
Visible via the clouds of mist
Dew on leaves
Woolen skin and
Leather gloved fists

New flowers bloom
Dawn's the age of gloom
The merry days of Yuletide
And the days of never-ending nights

Darkened alleys
Seem like mountain valley
Snowy knives pierce my flesh
My nose can't smell
My throat can't speak
Like the desert my skin is dry

Fiery heaven
These campfires
Peanuts roasting
I can hear their noise

O! These days of sickened voice.
I've caught the flu of wintertime

Incandescence through chlorophyll
Visible via the clouds of mist
Dew on leaves
Woolen skin and
Leather gloved fists

New flowers bloom
Dawn's the age of gloom
The merry days of Yuletide
And the days of never-ending nights

Darkened alleys
Seem like mountain valley
My nose can't smell
My throat can't speak
Like the desert my skin is dry

Fiery heaven
These campfires
Peanuts roasting
I can hear their noise

O! These days of sickened voice.

Look at that caterpillar
So hopeful
One day
Will become a butterfly
And fly away

Into that blue moon
That smiles to those nascent buds
They dream in the dark
Can't wait to unfurl
Why hasn't spring yet begun?

Mother says to son
This year may have been bleak
But tomorrow starts a new chapter
Life may turn a new leaf
I know in my heart of hearts
Tomorrow will be a new start

Sun has come up
Such lovely light
So white, so bright
It will all be alright

Look at it's radiance,
dear
This year
Will be different

Yet the same
May your dreams comes true
Troubles be,but few
Yesterday
We bid you adieu

Rejoice!!

A little girl
In tattered clothes
Shivering to death
In December cold

A lonely man
Just lost his job
Standing on a forgotten cliff
Ready to jump
Wondering what
Was his reason to live

Cheated wife
Lost the love of her life
Grabbing onto cyanide
Crying into the silent night

A man surrendered
To *******
Walking towards
His own grave

Shunned by his family
For being someone
He wasn't allowed to be
The scaffold seemed
Too close to reach

Driven mad
By all the hate
He was taught since he was a kid
He decides
The infidels
They must be killed

On that fateful Christmas day
An angel appeared
In human form
The believers ,the disbelievers
The haters,the hated
The angel saved them all

The amazing grace changed them all

Suddenly the sun has gone
Away from the lilac skies
The sky's black-blue
Suddenly the sun has gone
Away from the lilac skies
The sky's black-blue
I've caught the flu
I've caught the flu of wintertime

Incandescence through chlorophyll
Visible via the clouds of mist
Dew on leaves
Woolen skin and
Leather gloved fists

New flowers bloom
Dawn's the age of gloom
The merry days of Yuletide
And the days of never-ending nights

Darkened alleys
Seem like mountain valley
My nose can't smell
My throat can't speak
Like the desert my skin is dry

Fiery heaven
These campfires
Peanuts roasting
I can hear their noise

O! These days of sickened voice.
I've caught the flu of wintertime

Incandescence through chlorophyll
Visible via the clouds of mist
Dew on leaves
Woolen skin and
Leather gloved fists

New flowers bloom
Dawn's the age of gloom
The merry days of Yuletide
And the days of never-ending nights

Darkened alleys
Seem like mountain valley
My nose can't smell
My throat can't speak
Like the desert my skin is dry

Fiery heaven
These campfires
Peanuts roasting
I can hear their noise

O! These days of sickened voice.