February 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
Do you remember the christmas lights
on the night that you died
gleaming like stars above our heads?
And do you remember the promises you made
about dark places and dinghy corners?
They can promise me heaven and love
and happiness at the end of it all but
all I hear are Christmas carols
to drown out your screams,
all I see are Christmas lights
glinting red like your blood,
and the way your body lay limp
under the Christmas tree like
some morbid present santa left.
Do you remember the Christmas lights
on the night that you died?