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