Violet

Why? What have they done?

Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year?

Why have some gone, but we are still here?

Sitting in a circle of clouds

Enforced upon my head

Above my eager eyes

Misplaced, my mind abandoned

Seized to substance, abused in months of excess

Heat flashes of memory breathing in good health

To stop the nightly excess

Pounding on the walls

Of the temple beside the cross

Bury me in the bay

Tempt me with throated swords no longer

Bury me in the bay

Oh, I am weary, I am tired

Tired of leaping

Collections of caskets

I am lurking death

An animal, a curse to myself

Harms way for those I cherish

I am tired

Done, forced in light

Versed to live as the child, on and on

I am home

I, I am home

Done, forced in light

I am home

Done, forced in light

I am home

I am home