Thorns

VERSE ONE

Hollow headed crown of thorns feeling heavy again
All alone beside the ghost that you envy within
Little misfit with your eccedentesiast grin
Avoiding the emptiness as you exit the frenzy of sin
Celebrating in a spin of self-sedating
Cause your selflessness is helpless when your selfishness is self sustaining
Antiquating in a symphony of infancy
Diminishing ambitions in an instance as they fell decaying
And fall came with illicit visions of death
And the figments of her victims with indicas in her breath
And the shiver from the symptoms of sicknesses in her step
You can hear the winter wither in wickedness when she left
Flashes from barrels
A passage to farewells and ashes in stairwells
I'm asking if there's hell
And this is my prison I live in my shared cell
With a shadow of a doubt behind a soul that I won't dare sell...

VERSE TWO

And everything was perfect
And all those sacrifices that we made had made it worth it
Worth the worthless words that work to worsen all my burdens
And these serpents circling the surface circuses of curtains
These cursed birds are perching like deserted curved diversions
While I'm searching for the nerve I had and thirst I first emerged with
That tourniquet is permanently turned to surrogate
I yearn to let it circumvent the urge I get to murder it
I'm sick of staying by these cynical youth-less
And their inner children hanging by umbilical nooses
In my visions where the danger isn't still an illusion
I'm imagining the strangers that I kill and consume with
Yeah
It's just the usual hell freeze
And if I had a fire inside I'd use it to melt free
I never needed their approval to help me
They're better looking beautiful in funeral selfies...