As I lay down to rest
I feel it in the best.
To think of my not living tomorrow
and erase my sorrow.

Now with darkness so close
Fearing this night, much more than most.
While the light on dark grows weary
My saddness grows to furry.

I awake to a mid-morning light
marking the end of the faceless night.
I hear the sound of early morning bells.
I am unchanged, in neither heaven nor hell.

Then sounds of marching boots filled the street
Men with Swastikas and guns for the meet.
Today was my last day
but now, rotting, in a pile of jews is where I lay.