White Christmas
Why Me? Damn that spear of destiny
WHITE CHRISTMAS
It was raining down
in Belford,
As he wandered through
the streets.
Another Sunday afternoon,
Another bad defeat.
He seems to look at
nothing,
But he's staring deep
inside,
At a one way ticket
on a snow bound freight train,
Hurtling down the line.
It all seemed so easy,
A quick and easy high.
A simple way of having
fun,
No risk of saying goodbye.
He didn't see it coming,
There was no warning
sign,
But then one day came
a screaming pain,
That told him buy or
die.
He walks down to the
water,
And tries to change
his mind.
To find a way to save
the day,
But the snow had made
him blind.
He looks across the
water,
To see where he should
go.
But the only thing that
he can see,
Is a blinding field
of snow.
He sinks into the deep
drift,
He doesn't mind the
cold.
And somewhere in the
city streets,
Another life is sold.
The Shed - Killing
people since crucifixion day
