I Was Dead

Combined, with rusting vines. Intertwined, my bleeding veins creates the sign. Dawn tears at the walls. Where my mind hides. Enveloped by the energy in dusk. I lost the trust. Which is a must for must. Relying on what is off. I absorb the curse. Frame flamed by being the blame. My head screams into what seems insanely sane. Love found by the crust from the thorns. I am totally turned by the tentacles of torn. I was dead. Before I was born. Devise to be deceived. I lie the land into litters. Do not believe, me. Not even if you can see me. I will tear your world into nothing. Because to me. Nothing is Something. Broken by my own conscious. I harm. Vivacious wonders viciously. In and around. The echoes which colors the rainbows. With the wings from a butterfly. To defy the noise attached to Death. Because dying. Has no sound.