dead inside

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

all the time that grew

our hatred there was truthful too

growing in stark contrast

and i know the moon will echo still

in this abandoned unmusement park

I die I hope to see tomorrow

raging in a laugh

I go I hope the daisies follow

praying in the dark!!!