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

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