Open your mind
to the light let in
where my dark is
search me again.
My Dear what you
saw once before I
survived life grim;
that cut as a knife.
What comfort can
I hope you to bring
when your want it
wants me nothing.
Can you bury me a
person understood
that wanted only a
life for you good?
Your knowledge of
life as you in youth
saw macabre tune
within my avenue.
Where my moon it
bleeds upon water
brings illumination,
I beg see me softer.
