alone again

the violet that grew

the light lit off a spark

my hands were pins and needles

hammered down into the bark

a post here that was mangled

brutally murdered frost the chill

that wavered in the streamlet lake

and gulped amidst the hills

I think of sullen good king David

slitting in his part

a role of life

a death of hate

that knew the veins

pulsing in a sharp

stabbing pain was useful too

he kept it all the time that grew

our hatred there was truthful too

the bitter town Jerusalem grew

out of time within my heart

growing there in stark contrast

and I know the moon will echo still

in this abandoned unamusement park

I die I hope to see tomorrow

raging in a laugh

I go I hope the daisies follow

praying in the dark!!!

i die i think you'll see me tomorrow

lighting up the fields in half

i die no more sorrow expect

arrest this bitter path

and show no sunlight for tomorrow

though the cold days pass

and spew up this sunless hollow

for sinners

take me from this draft

beginners

take the way where

there is no spark

to start