The One We Call Scrooge
By ThoughtsOthoughts
*a xmas dedication*
The hairs on my arms stand up straight
Too many chills down my spine
It's dark and snowy beyond the walls
Buried with a stake through his heart
That is what he said the day before
His heart was just as cold as ice
My car froze
My hands lost feeling
My eyes lost sight of all that is warm
It is cold in here
I feel like him
No love lives in my room
The heater is on
The fire is blazing
Still there is no light around me
Xmas is here
For many it is joyful
I see him looking at me
Over there through the foggy window
Another xmas is here
And he is the one we call Scrooge
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Copyright 2004 ThoughtsOthoughts
Published on Monday, December 20, 2004.
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