Merry Christmas
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray tonight to rest in peace,
A bloodied eve of Christmas,
The house a totaled mess,
Now you lie there,
Tangled bloody hair,
Rose peddles coated our bed,
What was going on in your head?
You promised me a day to remember,
A day to stick with forever and ever,
Now she lays with you on our floor,
Did you really love her so much more,
Were you truly that much of a man,
That you had to go crush my heart in your hand,
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas sent you his misses,
So you could have your holly jolly Christmas,
Over the river, to our comfy cabin,
You said it was her seductive grin,
As I walked down the stairs shaking in anger,
'I... I loved you! How could you! Traitor... Traitor!'
My voice echoed through the house one last time,
A gun shot followed, ending in a bloodied silent night.
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