Dear Santa.

Dear Santa
I'm not going to ask you for much this year. I never did as a matter of fact. Because you're a non existant legend created to our train children to be "good" to leake extra cookies stolen  by naughty children to boost sales to kale red and white a siezable combination to make everyone believe in flying deers with antlers to make all that was scoffed at accepted.
Well everything is alright now.  All kids are wonderful well-behaved.  Go back to being a story now. Stop the cash flow.
Merry Christmas to you too.

You

It is so difficult
To not let what you are
affect me
To adulterate what you are
into every cell of my being
Till I have lost myself
my very essence
To the very
to every aspect
of you that I fell
So steadfastly
In love with.
 

Midnight

Have you ever let midnight get to you?
The darkness
The shilloutes
that your mind makes
imaginary creatures of?
and you're scared and panting
suddenly it was a dream?
Suddenly you want to choke
Suddenly you want to die
but the very idea of death
scares you
So we are back to the forgotten shilloutes
the unnerving darkness.

Pain is Beautiful

I think I like the idea of pain
And how once felt and overcome
there is a call for glory
And loops of this pain become a pattern
and just hurting myself
Is a twisted way of loving myself
Because pain is beautiful
And I need it in me to feel that way.