• T'was the night before Christmas
    the dark rays of moonlight
    shine on your lifeless body
    the tinsel hanging from my injured body
    is so beautiful to one i have yet to kill
    my love
    i want you for Christmas
    but you won't be coming
    no one will
    I'm not getting anything
    not because of poverty
    but my parnents are dead now
    he came down the chimney
    with his sack full of things
    he said they were gifts
    but only in his sick twisted ways
    he's the one that killed them
    i slip on there blood
    as he carves his initials into my neck
    you dream of this
    and come to save you
    the hate consumes me
    and i go insane
    since you don't love me
    it's the same as being dead
    but worse
    there is no point
    to you
    or me
    so i kill you
    i drink your blood
    and burry myself with you
    so it ws the night before Christmas
    and i died