Look into the leaves and you shall find the piano fingers. They were like two kittens in the pulping moments. The running up the curtains. I wanted to look up, look up, look up into the fringes of white branches.
Escape into the darkness.
Escape into the darkness.
The Rudolph-reins strangle into the neck. The twisting bridle of control. They cut into the neck. Into the nose. Blood drips on white hair and skin of ice. I am all elfin. But not one of the ones, who brings you gifts. I bring suicide. I bring cut wrists. I bring you Christmas loneliness. Red-nosed, I cut into you.
