Silent Nights

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She sits,
Quiet.
In a room lit by flames and chilled by his shoulder.
She sits,
Quiet.
 

At the strike of half passed too late,
She stands.
Quiet.
She begins to pace,
She begins to mutter slurred words,
Mimicking jack Daniels dialect
I hate you,
I hate you,
 

She grabs her head in a cradled wrap,
She sits,
Quiet,
She rocks.
Crying every tear her shoulder took in,
Every sob story she heard,
Every problem she witnessed,
She sits,
 

Quiet.
 

Like a delicate flower afraid to lose her pedals,
The door skids open,
I FUCKING HATE YOU
He Follows with a slam.
She stays sitting,
 

Quiet.
 

Next morning He whispers a chilling wrap of I'm Sorries,
He kisses her neck leaving a mark to match her eye,
She stays quiet.
Quiet,
Quiet,
The way he likes it.
I love you he whispers once again,
Like Dr jeckle he tries to hide it behind his Burban breath.
 

♫Silent night.

He is on a one way train to depression,
On the window he pitter patters his thumb,
As if to match the faint beats he has left,
He pitter patters his thumb as if the match the faint beats his mama has left,
He stops only moments later,
When he gets home it's quiet,
Mama sips 2 parts downer and 4 parts I just don't want to be here,
 

Quiet
He creeps up to his room
 

Quiet
He Neals to pray
 

Quiet
Hoping she won't be mad that he threw her cigerrets away,
 

Loudly
 

But quietly he cries wondering how many more weeks she has
Quietly he wonders why this weeks been so bad and it's only Monday,
Night.
 

♫Holy night, all is calm, all is...

Bright blues and reds shown on the wall,
Revealing the path where I was about to fall,
My sillouette tumbles like tattered clothes,
Down, down, down,
To the ground.
I feel I'll fade away quietly,
My mind suppression out does my mental depression and this society is forcing my oppression,
I just see myself falling,
Down the building face,
Face to the concrete,
Rather bury my head than,
Face the facts,
Let my soul be a warning,
A loud warning.
I am to be silenced,
By nobody... any longer.

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