Thorn

All i hear is a silent hum
My chest is bursting like the beat of a drum
My life is a side effect
A to b is a train wreck
Burning like insects
Flesh scent
I cuss

Chipped teeth cut harder cause
Damaged minds have no feeling of
Black thorns at the back of the bus

I trip
I slip
I take and take until
I trip
I slip
I start thinking with an iron fist

I'll take your life away

Kill
Thorns
Kill

We bled
We said
We wished
The other dead
I'll show my thorns
My body's torn
And when I'm old these scars will show just like before
When they were scabs
All bloody red
You'd cackle and i hope it helped put you to bed
You kicked the door
While i was taking a shit
You laughed and you laughed but I'm sick of it
Your damaged mind
A suicide