>>>>>The Usual Breach of Faith<<<

He woke up late the usual breach of faith,
imagining on this so called Holy day,
Laughter didn't please him as Satan teased him,
once again the trigger finger the only possible getaway.

Laying in the basket of Death's casket,too aware,
alive as the dead,no happiness or joy in his head,
Live life,tomorrow is better with sunnier weather,
all of this cliche as the rain embraces the dead.

Reindeers prance,the bodies of youth no longer dance,
on the graves of those gone away to eternal rest,
Empty chambers,sickness purveyors,spin zero,no heroes,
this Russian game wore out,payment being a failed test.

The final kiss always stings,as enticing spirits sing,
best friends forever,even though we can never see,
We know they're real,company in the darkest nights,
bowing down,showing respect,knowing love can never be.

The Bannibal One..
Happy Holidays.
byeeexxx