Martyr

Merry Christmas Mum

Me myself and I
Were we ever one and the same?
Not to be found or to be sought
For when the times gone by and one was forgotten
Warmth was gone, not begotten

Pom-poms sway in the breeze, dripping blue blood from the trees

When the world could not stand strong
It sent us a warning song
Through the dashing colours as bleak as snow
Submerged in words right and left
To spring ideas from the flesh

For only I can bleed

Now they're back again the grey the white
The hollow show, the lonely light
Mistakes made to break my bones
And tears that will never heal
So I can't help it when I say you've turned the other way

You've gone from here with no sign, just a maytyr for the mind.