Holiday Agony

by Disenchanted   Dec 15, 2007


Even though its that time of year,
You're the last thing I want to hear
So when you hang up the phone
Please don't say you're coming home
No matter how far away you can be
Your face is the last thing I want to see
As I put up the tree if you come home;
I'll make garland from your bones.
Stay far away and never come to stay
Especially around the holidays.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Corinne

    Interesting. Funny in a macabre way. I like it.