It’s a Merry Christmas

Stockings hung by the fire, charred black ash,
Snowflakes fall, but the shadows clash
Creaking floorboards, whispers in the walls,
A silent night where the darkness calls

No sleigh bells, just the rattling chains,
Snow turns crimson, staining the lanes
It’s a Merry Christmas with the Grim Reaper in my bed,
Mistletoe rotted, the green turned to lead
Lights flicker, dying like the words unsaid,
It’s a merry Christmas, but the joy’s long dead

Wreath of thorns on the front door hangs,
Choir of crows where the carolers sang
Frostbitten fingers trace the windowpane,
In the glow of the moon, I’m dancing with pain

No sleigh bells, just the rattling chains,
Snow turns crimson, staining the lanes
It’s a Merry Christmas with the Grim Reaper in my bed,
Mistletoe rotted, the green turned to lead
Lights flicker, dying like the words unsaid,
It’s a merry Christmas, but the joy’s long dead

Silent screams in the dead of the eve,
A broken heart tucked under my sleeve
Presents wrapped in shadows, tied with despair,
Hollow laughter hangs in the frosted air

Hellfire Christmas beats, dark gothic emo rap, sad, haunting vocals