Thorns

A poem written whilst drunk and loved up.

Ruby Thornes break through the heart tearing it to shreds.

In wonderment of the new society,

The society of crackling petals.

Forcing out the old and giving up for the touch.

We are not welcome anymore - we true flowers of the gentile.

our age is demolished.

It was all for them but they are blinded by the truth.

The heat of the moment means nothing to those criminals of life.

And why not?

We thought our time would never end but all hearts but give over to the ruby Thornes.

Hiding behind every touch is a revolution, a dark beautiful thing that will take the veil away.

It was all for you, you blind heartless daemons.

Forgiveness is too far away now.

We will f**k like savages unconditionally showing no remorse.

We will take our own with us,

we will award the mind of disgust and praise the recrimination of your children.

The bursting blisters of your words will poison our souls and leave us with empty throats.

Abrahams soul will caress you fools of the ruby Thornes,

You infantile beings.

Rejoice as the touch will fade as we will,

The burning tunnels of our hearts will cause the corpses of the ungrateful dead to scream in agony,

Raining blood and filth, removing the nature of the courtesans of art.

Touch us now and be forgotten,

The regeneration of great cities and beasts has come,

take away the silence of the stars and the silence of the gentile.

defeat touches us.

Author's Note

comments on this piece would be much appreciated.