When I first laid eyes on you,

My gorgeous friend I ever knew,

It was in a grocery store in Hawaii,

You looked as sweet as can be, and as you stared at me beckoning solemnly,

I headed your way with my nerves contemplating,

Do I take you and free you from this evident prison, or leave you behind with selfish condemnation,

As I made up my mind, I held you like a basketball out of twine,

You completed me when you came into my life, my adorable of exquisite design.

To give into the stress by hand,

How selfish I could’ve been,

To break the hearts of my friends and family,

Who am I to want to end the gift I’ve been given so gracefully,

To let many down through the overdosed seizure, I had on the ground,

As angels weeped over my spasming body,

I'm lucky to still be alive through that horrific time,

The saddest part of the whole story I was only 17 years old, and I wanted nothing more than to end my own life of future gold.

Meet Santa, a fat old man with a beard that reaches down to his knees. 

This Christmas he's back at it again, forcing the elves to do his bidding as if that wasn't controversial enough, he uses reindeers to carry his own weight, what a great guy. He delivers all the presents to the good kids around the world, while he gives coal to the bad kids as if that wasn't a metaphor for going number two in their own stockings. Then he creeps back up the chimney after breaking and entering in their house. He manages to do all this in one night, then heads back to the North Pole hiding away in wait for next year, totally not a creep whatsoever. Now we are giving him his own reality TV show just to see what goes on in his life and it's called Ho Ho Ho Where are my Jingle Balls, coming to you in August 2567. Be prepared cause Christmas just got a lot colder.

As the day moves on,

I can't help to hide this secret I carry on,

As I hide in the darkness weeping over and over.

I can't help but feel lonely as ever before,

Is this what life is,

Being a slave to the government,

As they lie to our faces saying "Achieve your dream you can do it"

But in all reality dreams don't exist,

At least not in my world,

We go to work as a slave,

Until the day we die than we have become useless,

Funny how capitalism works,

But that isn't the secret I hold deep inside,

Alas I'm a broken soul and body.

I put on a smile everyday so no one questions the pain within me,

Until I burst with full energy,

Just hope there ain't nothing that can harm me,

Or else I might end the life I lead.

While eating dairy cheese before bed,

I sensed nothing could go wrong for it never did,

But once I shut thine eyes,

The visions started to appear,

But it wasn't just any vision but Grandpa coming to visit.

He said to me "How are ya, champ."

As I replied "It can't be, Grandpa why are you in my dreams."

He retorted "I thought I was due a mere visit."

Last I saw him was in 2006 when he passed away from colon cancer,

I simply was amazed to see my grandpa again after all I wished him dead to begin with.

But we just sat there I wanted my dream to freeze so I could be there forever,

Until I opened my mouth and said "I'm sorry for that wish I said all those years ago, I feel guilty for causing your death"

He then said with a sigh "How many years are you gonna beat yourself for that wish you said."

"For as long as I'm alive." I replied

He then went on to tell me that I was going to join him soon in heaven,

So that when I die it wont be a surprise,

He told me, he saw my future and it was very bleak. 

I asked him when, 

As to then he said "Soon and heaven is beautiful."

My dream then started to shift from me being unconscious to wide awake,

Seeing him again brought back painful memories,

It was a nightmare in my opinion.

When I was a kid,

I grew up happy and sane,

Till I saw the death of a human being,

Now I wonder where my mind has gone.

Some days I still see my friend,

Hanging there face bare of fright,

Knowing that he was going to die,

And once the chair slipped,

I made the mistake of walking in,

And seeing him gasping for air,

I then ran over to his side Trying to hold him up but I was too late and the boy was already gone,

His purple face still inhabits my mind,

His eyes laying in the back of his head.

I still remember the image for he was my friend,

And sometimes I still see him to this day,

Or my mind just likes to play tricks on me,

I just was never the same after this terrible day.