It's Christmas Time Again

[crushtor]

Thanks for nothing

uncomfortable
twisting and turning
sinking into the corner of the room
you're crying
just for the hell of it
salt upon tongue tips
feels like blood rushing through veins

disconnected
looking through the window outside in
disembodied
your legs are searching for my eyes
to caress with gossamer touch
roll the dice and choose your vice
promise me you won't decieve
smoke flies out and chokes the lie

i'm not afraid any more
you're not feared any more