| It's not what I'd call a "Happy Christmas" poem. |


How to breatheBreathing is natural clear as dayHow to breathe
First:
Open your mouth suck in air
Dream of ducks flying in air
You see flowers give them air
Find a bee see his hive
Give yourself sugar make silly noises
Massage a car change your oil
Look at books find your self
Finally:
Open your snout push air out


HubritySanguine stains litter the open floorHubrity
Wishing time, longing for an ending
Partial prayers for a deaf god
Depth charges sinking my pain
Medicated escape, blue-skies from pain
My world is become moiety
I know an end soon
Flying, wanting hoping, wishing, waiting


SlidingI tried to satisfy She wanted to I just couldn'tSliding
I found myself bending over breathing hard
It's so hard to keep going I want to finish
I moan once I slide it in Try to finish
I find it hard to eat anymore
I lost my apetite


Christmas CheerI hung orbs on our tree,Christmas Cheer
We saw lights every single night.
She made gifts, hidden below the tree.
I bought presents, to surprise her.
We went to parties, met friends and family.
She smiled so radiantly, even as she slept in the night.
I remember returning the presents.
I can't open the gifts.
I cried when I saw our family and friends.
I cry as I remember her smile.
I no longer enjoy the lights.


A fancy of death, pt 5LeavingA fancy of death, pt 5
Deciding to leave the city hoping for a bit of escape
Cinema's of my time told me this would be over in a few days
I didn't know where to go where to run, to hide
I chose a small secluded village in the Mexican country side
Planes wouldn't fly trains refused to leave buses were out done leaving my car as steed
Fuel seemed a problem none to man the stations
Food pressed hard on me many others would run seeking food and shelter
Hygiene became secondary safet


A fancy of death, pt 4DiscoveryA fancy of death, pt 4
We learned the next day the fallen fell into a rage
These infected, the enraged wanting more blood filling up with rage
These creatures were strong they became filled with strength
Hiding in the shadows shying from the light
Seeing one is not death they could live among us
Strong as six men seemingly dead filled will a longing for blood
The authorities told us to stay away
Some were curious some stupid some brave
They roam the city they roam the n


A fancy of death, pt 3FindingA fancy of death, pt 3
Wary to leave not wanting to stay I venture home
Many would think a city will fall people would scream
We don't scream or seem to even care
Maybe we're to jaded to see what it means
The docs say its a disease The righteous say its the end The politicians say it was rage
I just know, its scary as hell
| It's not what I'd call a "Happy Christmas" poem. |
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