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



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



Done, forced in light

Versed to live as the child, on and on

I am home



I am home