Inane

Impaled by the thorn, mechanical inane its your sacrifice
Rational thought evaded by false concept
Collapse and paralyze

I am turning the inside out, for the rest of duration

Penetrate to feel on the inside, grip of lust or love I cant decided
Tears thicken self-control overrides repressed
Release is dignified

I am turning the inside out, for the rest of duration


Fallen down to my knees
Bleeding violently over me
Silenced by words of hate
Laying motionless walking toward the light