Christmas carols play,
the mood is not light or gay;
the lights have burned out.
Christmas carols play,
the mood is not light or gay;
the lights have burned out.
Blood trickles slowly
from this gaping wound you made;
No recovery.
The power is out,
what could we do in the dark?
Let our love shed light.
Started a haiku
but the cat told me to play
meow, meow, ow!
Many miles to go
until my heart will find peace
resting in your arms.
Wicked eyes watching
encourage this evil deed
wrapped in good intent.
Night falls quietly,
smothering the last of day
into submission.
Tired eyes half-closed
stare deeply into my soul
healing from within.
Middle of nowhere
and the stars shine so brightly
shedding light on you.
Love can be so cruel.
A natural disaster
that leaves hearts in pain.