Thorns

Something inside me is calling Some things are caught on thorny thoughts Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger I bleed icy dreams Dark as ink, silent n deep, all seep Drowning out in the harsh light Trying to think, trying to remember Exposing my raw unnerved imagery Breaking many fragile artifacts Of odd n ornate, objet d'art Little things scurrying, to n fro Deep into the corners of my little black boxes Visions soar into my jagged sight Tangling on thoughts like thorns of a rose Watching the cruciforms, repose Calling me from afar Deep past my horizons The breaking of my spine, my brittle bones All wrapped in iron blades Feel my cruciform, casting shadows forlorn Bleeding my deepest fears, tears sear Here n there, I feel something breaking I feel it fading, isolating, radiating Expanding deep into my darkest parts Hollow is thy heart Ice clings to my insides The unknown trapped in spines n twine Calling me deep within the walls of sleep My visions are caught on jagged thoughts Soaring into the undefined night Something inside me is screaming Someone is caught in my inner twine I break into nothing, drifting into inner void I feel myself resonate, detonate Drifting away, dying each day, trying to avoid... I see all beyond my second sight I bleed icy imagery Dark as ink, silence seeps Drowning out all in the harsh night