• Cold, so bittter against my skin.
    Atop the world, all below me.
    Who was there to stop me?
    All to busy, way down there.
    Who anyway, could even care.
    All's lost...

    All's gone...
    Ruined all... ruined love...

    But the world keeps turning,
    And the humans keep busy,
    Never to spare a moment,
    For a devoid urchin.

    All alone...

    All alone with the blur of green and crimson,
    Whirling below me in holiday passion.

    Laughter...
    From somewhere in that colored abyss,
    Calls out to me in harmonic twos,
    Lovers in disillusioned hues...
    Can they be so ignorant?
    Can they be so blind?
    Love can never last,

    Love can only die.

    But what is this that stays my jump?
    Surely not love,
    For it I've lost.

    Not just one, but from all.
    For in the End...
    No one understood.

    That all I ever wanted was to bring something great.
    So why does nothing ever turn out like it should?

    And who is this, just ten stories below me?
    Looking, is he looking?
    Blue eyes, even from here I can see them.
    Not begging not pleading,
    But only watching,
    And he shakes his head,
    Like it would be a waste.

    And holds up his hand.
    And even from here, though my ears remain deaf,
    I can see him say,

    Two words of traditional cheer,
    That fill within me,
    Some sense of fear.

    For if I were to end it all,
    I'd never meet him.
    This one,
    This only one who stopped to care.
    At least a little,
    Enough to bring,
    From my eyes,
    Those liquid diamonds.

    As I clamber down,
    Numb from wind,
    I see nothing,
    But feel everything.

    Walking out,
    I don't know your name,
    But surely if it would be anything,
    It would be Care

    You, kindly stranger,
    You hold me tight,
    As I wash myself clean,
    Of the bitter tears of respite.

    And as we stand there,
    In a strange embrace,
    You pull me close,
    And whisper gently...

    Merry Christmas.