17 December 2012
I woke up a Christmas morning, aged nine
I was sure I was gonna have a great time.
It was six am so early but I was wide awake.
Looking forward to presents and Xmas cake.
Pulling on dressing gown and leaving my lair
I pounded down and
down each stair.
Expecting a happy sight with a tree and pressies.
To be welcomed by parents, dogs, jack and Bessie.
But instead of the all the presents I found heads.
And my parents Were lying dead.
My brother jack hung from our tree.
With about fifty stings from a bee.
My sister Bessie was in the fire.
It's true I am
Not a Lier.
My heart fell to the ground as I saw my dogs. Skinned Lying on the couch like a pile of logs.
Then Christmas lost all meaning and there no cheer.
So remember that you don't always get merry Christmas and a happy new year.
Christmas Death • Opuss № I