Holiday cheer
Relatives stand clear
Disarming all who sense a scent
A predator for rent
Casualties on the rise
The skies the limit
And demise the rhythm
A feeling of content
As all is bent
Out of proportion in fear
Still like a deer
Standing against the wall
Facing the world
Washing me by
I guess I do miss getting high
Not the flight
But the preparation
The obsessive reparations
Sneaking baggy
Bottles of coddle
The thirst for a good lie
Spontaneous lovers eye
Walking on guard
Roaming the most
Rocking the boat
Floating a ghost
Through walls and rules
Crushing all around me with cold
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