Scaring children
Has gotten old
And the story of my Christmas
Has been told
Suffocating once again
In routine
With only Zero to intervene
In what may soon be
My second murder
A lack of joy
And a silence of adventure
What did I do
To cause this?
Will I ever know
What I did miss?
To say goodbye
When I said I'd stay
Was the mistake
that drew her away
Were she here
I'd not be bored
But since she's not around
Boredom is my ward.