Thorns

Thorns
Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath
Save the night your hallow dreams revealed
The sweet release of death
In your thoughts you played a symphony of self
But your soul had bled a darker song
With close to nothing left

The deliverance of bleeding flame
Your love
And greater is the blood
You'll find it in the veil of night
Where solitude is born
In the emptiness of broken flesh
The mercy of the thorns
Every line of path
Into an empty heart
Where the words of now forgotten love
Fall silent in the dark
Sister
Don't you sleep through your own eulogy
Don't sever what you are for what you couldn't be