September, December, April (Angel of Sadness)

My birthday, Ur Christmas, His death Toe to toe, heals to floor, fallen with missed steps The 21st day of September 9th child of birth, must be hell for her to remember Then again, maybe she's happy Living life rejoiceful, sitting on the same doorstool Bless the heart of this poor fool That was my birthday, this is ur Christmas As if holidays were forgotten Seems these passing noels only could kiss us Perhaps that's good enough Besides, this is coming from a child Whom never understood himself Circling thoughts, is he abandoned Is he still a follower of ur Christ Temperatures heated No longer do I lay immortal on melting ice Recieve your gifts, for misery will never decieve this myth That's Ur Christmas, this is his death First weekend of April, last sunday of February Love me! I'll wed you, then be buried I've become fond of you But I'll never miss this burden I've carried Granted no sins, no chances to win In this failing day, I'm so eager to attend Ur son, my mothers child, have my coffin rest on another isle My brother I knew little of you But I miss your smile This was my birthday, Ur christmas, His death