and so christmas descends 
                   heavy and thick 
                   a dark smudge on 
                   white december's calendar 
                   the discontent is pungent in 
                   the air like the stink of fir trees 
                   dark and ellusive 
                   and i bleed you prematurely.
                     
                   a sickness in my head. 
                  
                   i find we are the ones 
                   with beatific smiles now 
                   hiding in our hearts 
                   i see we are broken and spoken for 
                   with contempt for what 
                   can never be found 
                   puerile attempts at 
                   lyrical masterpieces 
                   litter the floor. 
                   and mine is no better 
                   than yours