The Nightmare Before Christmas

It was the nightmare before christmas and on every corner there was a cop car.

Bodies on the ground in the sky there was no celestial body of light.

There were countless shottings no star.

Broken glass with blood stains.

From the hurt...

From the sin...

From the question and the pain the insides of a human being. Even a dead animal that you can see their internal organs that normally remain within.

A baby and people with no home.

No one to love them.

Attempting to ask their name. I could never remember or get it, but it was clear that I called them alone.

No money for gifts. The present or the surprise for those that wanted peace for the holiday was complete drama.

Not to mention the bowl... well you know.

A fight outside a movie theater known as the show.

Guys talking down to guys and girls, and the others are doing the same.

People stealing out of stores thinking it is right in their cars, pockets, or whatever they can get it in they would stow.

I thought this time of the year was for families to come together without fear. Where words can make a day for anyone.

If we were going to cry it was going to be from joy with the tears, but they tear the love and the care from whatever they can get from anywhere.

Then all they can do is look and stare.

What happen to the peace?

To start a new; not to mention a new year is on the way.

We should not make a nightmare out of something that is already a small hell. When you have no idea why you are doing it.

Even so you have no idea what that person feels, says, or been through.

Unfinished list...

A mistletoe without the kiss.

Kids seeing family, but clearly someone is amiss.

I found myself walking in and through this world and area.

I guess you can call it the new world of violence and we all walk through it.

People call it one thing... I myself call it isthums.

...... Please let me out..

....... Please let us out not now. Cant't have this.

This.... The Nightmare Before Christmas

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