Thorns (In My Soul)

[Bry89]

It grows from the inside
This pain, I cannot hide
It never used to be like this
It never hurt more than it used to be
But someone out there
Has got to die

The poison sinks in
Infecting every part of me
I am plagued by the darkness
By the hate that they all give to me
Paralysed by the rage that I feel
The outcome, for all of this
You will fucking see

It grows from the inside
The blossom of the mind
What must exist is doomed to perish
All the passion I felt is set to wither away
All the pleasure that I've been living
Just before the poison takes its first bite
Thanks to you, I'm no longer alive

It grows from inside
It grows deep inside
The slow injection to my brain
Cut it away, cut it away
I'll never rise again
I will never face this again
The slow injection to my brain, and to my skin
Cut it away, cut it away
Cut it all away
Cut every part of it away

The thorns that I feel (in me)
The blood that I feel (in me)
The taste of their bitterness
It has ended me

[Muttado1sb]

intriguing, Bry. The thorns we accept by accepting the flowers, the inner turmoil caused by loving those who love what we don't. When the realization sinks in, and decisions are by then hard to make. It roils inside you, like your poem expresses to me.

[Sister Greed]

Get it out Bry89. Get the poison out. Fantastic writing. I love this poem.

[Bry89]

Thanks so much. I had a bit of fun writing this, should I admit