On a Christmas Day
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

She loved, then she bled
She painted the whole town red
For her soul not fed
For the blood which was shed for everyone
She is not everyone, she is not worthy
She was never
For a life led away from her wants
To what they want her to flaunt
This life led, on Christmas she bled red
Painted the town red
Hung herself on the brightest Christmas tree
For all to see

