Sunday, December 25, 2011

My Christmas

I live in a haunted house,
a realm that reminds the living of coldness and death,
ghosts screaming into your ears,
tearing away all sanity you have left.

In time walls crumble down,
and slowly they eat away,
words laced with corrosion.

I have been living in a dream for so long,
and when I awake reality comes.
Ignorance of the emptiness is gone,
now I yearn.

I know everybody enjoyed their Christmas.
Maybe next year I can finally remember I had a happy one.