• Corrupted by these fantasies of joy; of heart; of love.
    Poor children never knowing just what really sails above.

    Lies permitted just to make a person act this way.
    "Make-believe", it's such a joke, this happiest of days.

    A whore is played up as a saint. A holy baby born.
    A lie, once more, is celebrated, and my heart lies torn.

    The fakest of the fake are out to make themselves feel good.
    It's the Holiday that makes them do the things they never would.

    I despise Christmas.

    Happy Holidays!!! heart