Drops of love in snow

Christmas poem story, inspired by "boots" the song from The Killers

Hell's still alive keeping this heart a boiling strong

I like it

I feel it 

I want it more and more

What happen to my hair

my eyes, my mind

My hours oh bleeding by

Each dollar i waste

Each bottle i drank

Each needle i dropped

It was a shame 

I was to blame

I had forgot my name

No one recognized the pain 

Each motion i made 

Was just another way to get by 

Another way to avoid being alive

Getting lost in my bottles

Wandering my life away

Each lap dance same as the other

Each drop of liquor for me, none for my brother

Took my chances at the shelter

Nobody even bothered

Leaving boot prints in the street

I dropped my bottle, by my feet

hearing the carols by a doorstep familiar

wandering for hours on end

I found the happy holiday cheer

Seeing my family so merry and welcoming 

with open arms we loved the Christmas love

no liquor on my breath

Stars in my eyes

The holiday was ours

forever