Don’t Look Down

'Twas  the night before Christmas
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse

Okay, that's a lie
There's a mouse inside me
Squeaking and squealing
of what can and can't be

I try to shut it out
I try to ignore
Bells ring in my head
All's turned in to war

The Christmas tree shines
The stockings hang above fire
But nothing can distract me
from all of my desires

It started with pumpkins
And lived to see snow
It hasn't weakened at all
but instead it just grows

Grows above the houses
all covered in light
Grows past the bare trees
of this cold winter's night

I want to move on
I want to forget...
No, that's a lie
I'm not ready just yet

It gives a strange sort of comfort
painful as it may be
and keeps me happy
but my thoughts disagree

The Christmas tree reminds me
from the shine of the light
My thoughts and emotions
of what happened that night

Its over and done with
not likely to reoccur
Because as much as I hope
Not everything can go the way I prefer

'Twas  the night before Christmas
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
except for this mouse...