Fatal Desolation

She's playing inside my head
Locking doors so no one gets in
She turns off every light but one
As my eyes follow the glint off the blade
With a magnet in my hand
The distance echoes in my ears
My mother stood at the foot of the stairs
I search for the light
As she now hangs above me
Floating in my tears

That's really good

awsome.

Good job, Santa.

Amazing. So short but so awesome.