Christmas Day

Desperation flutters through me Pecking like a bird I am no one, I am no one Name is nothing but a word Even as the house is empty Whistling through her teeth I am sheltered, I am sheltered I'm a knife within a sheath Little eyes[?], wet bed, mow the lawn She said "morning, dad" I call you from the bathroom Dripping through my shirt I am nothing, I am numbing And I need to feel the hurt I can hear you watching television Feeling up her skirt Leaving bruises, she is vacant She is looking through her purse Christmas day I don't want anything I don't want anything Little еyes[?], wet bed, mow thе lawn She said "morning, dad" Little eyes[?], wet bed, mow the lawn She said "morning, dad" Frozen images of us embracing in the glow As a daughter in her father's arms An angel in the snow You say "Annie there were good things too” As if I cannot see I say fuck your famous frail excuses Turn and face to me Christmas day I don't want anything I don't want anything Christmas day I don't want anything I don't want anything