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