You, solitary souls who lose love and
Haven't found yourselves in this rapid time
I wish I helped you unless I was face
To face with myself which is also a crime
You missed the last train of an iron horse
That threw you out of its saddle
Too needless and deserted in this cruel
World, so you gave up the battle
Stuck in the blind alley of your entangled
Thoughts over holding out
Can cherishing your poignant memories
Do yourselves proud?
Sitting tight in anticipation of the day
When your Christmas is cancelled
Are your wet dreams into a huge
Spider web hustled?