Painful ChristmasThis supposed to be Christmas, a holiday of family union and joy.Painful Christmas4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As I see that I'm alone, I don't get to that holiday joy.
Instead I'm in my room, with tears pounding and a black heart beating.
You casted a spell on me that has me dying.
I'm the biggest mistake any person has in their life.
Because when I touch something, I destroy it.
I swore I will never do it again.
But the temptation of drinking it, is getting more stronger.
Oh, sweet beverage, what have you done to me.
The addiction of your sweetness temps me.
As I see you there, on the counter, calling for me,
I can't help to see your sweet color of destruction.
I can't take it anymore.
I go to the counter, I pick up the bottle,
I waste my self to an eternal sleep that will last till the next day.
Woke up the next morning with a massive headache,
and a mountain of bottles next to me.
My end is near, as I mix up alcohol and blood.
I start to do it again, as a bottle of tequila helps me get my joy.
A razor with blood, lies next to