Ray, bright as the sun.

He’s a man who was silenced,

Using his own gun.

Out of bed at dawn

Cartwheel in the fresh green grass

Cry myself to sleep

Often I'm jealous

Of my plants on my window

Because they are dead

ocean in my eyes

wildfire burning my heart

where do my tears start?

Deep dark dismal thoughts

Blanketing every hope

Pulling me under