I Want a Soul for Christmas

I'm so tired of this blank life.
Wrought and filled with strife,
Deserving of the knife...

Whats better than lifelessness?
Tell me, I'd love to know.

If only you and I,
could change this icy low.

Maybe become as white as Snow?

But its not real you know,
Its simply melting snow.
Its the loss of innocence,
and the sound of dissonance.

Thats why there is no miracle cure.
Thats why my mama drinks beer.

Drunkenness is that certain ring,
that if spoken about,
its just another thing,
in which will never end route.

But what is this all about?
This stormy, hate-filled, life?

Is it simply to bottle strife,
level it all with some tiny knife?

I'll tell you so,
this Christmas,
I want a Soul.

A Brand knew,
unblemished,
un-broken bowl.

A dear, knew Soul.
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*OK. I don't know why I wrote this. This is not my usual spectra...and I have to say its terrible. But I'd love to see what people say and think.

*Sorry if you thought better of me...hah!