A FIEND'S THORN
I walk on broken glass while awake
Shards piercing my feet
Agonizing pains rushing through my veins
Transpiring through an old soul’s robes
Deep wounds forever to keep
I fail the veil of the world
Lower is the power to express this dour stress
I burn my corpse to meditate
Flames engulf my crimson flesh
Fiery shock unlock my mind
Abstruse is the silence of my heart
I fail the veil of the world
Lower is the power to express this dour stress
I speak aloud for the press
I conceal my face to the truth
I charge mindfully through the thorns
Under mystic veils life plays
Cowering under the unseen, unspoken
Like a child in a play, it yet knows its place
Demons and fiends sweat for they cannot see
I walk on broken glass while awake in the gardens’ thorns of rosy Eden