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