I Was Alive

I was dead, then alive.
Wept tears smothered the ground.
I went wild and had to be confined,
Breaking the bread of the floor.

My death said enough to the horizon,
After many times of joyfulness.
He asked the lords of their dignity,
The power was too much,

That worse deeds stayed,
For the powers of love stained.
It is insanity when you are bored
By the dead and deadly, the worst alive.