Author's notes: My grandmother, ladies and gentleman.

On this night when snow falls so beautifully,
Screams shatter the nightingale's lovely silence.
Why this? Can we ever look back and laugh?

Of course not.

What an ironic contradiction.
Trash this, trash that,
But you're no better than me,

Sob story here, another drink there
Turns into the cops are called,
But you couldn't care.

A harmless thought
turns into
a harmful story.

Perfection perfection
turns into
Repetition repetition

You're evil – huh?