Now I lay on a thorn bed
each second,these spines thrust in
making me insane;wanting to be dead
these thorns are penetrating my skin..
As more and more time passes
each of my vein is pricked
visible to my eyes;each blood drop surpasses
pain ,with my life is tightly slicked...
I don't fear the end,but its coming very slow
slitting my arteries;choking my core
i cant shout for help,i cant make it go
and so every thorn is destined to make me sore..
A time will reach,when
my body would be livid,hollow
and i would be liberated then
with nothing more to follow..
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