either/or

Christmas comes and goes

An empty street
Seems a suitable manger
For my love
She once was an angel
Christmas comes in a bottle
And a belt strung tight

These tracks they go
Far far deeper
Theses bruises grow
As this hill gets steeper
Christmas comes in the faces
Of the ones I loved

Once we drank and
Sung our sorrow
Each kick was the
Cure for tomorrow
Christmas comes in the
Life I used to live


Merry Xmas

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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation