My Bed of Thorns

Memories begin to flood 

The bed of thorns in which I'm laying

My rotting legs run after breath

But the water  continues slaying

Slaying after all of the life

That I've fought to keep

Erasing every euphoric

Dream I've ever had from sleep

Waves of horror eroding

My raw, bleeding skin

All of my past corroding

Everything from within

I knew that I deserved this

Hence, in thorns I lay

I needed to be pure again

And this was the only way

To bleed out the sins

And purge all I've become

To release all that I've ever felt

So I can finally grow permanently numb

So that torment can be a stranger

To my mind, once nullified

So that I can exist care free

With no reason to try and hide

So that the waves of horror hurt no more 

For the waves are now translucent and blue

Receding gently like the apathy

That makes my soul translucent, too

And with the horror and pain

Will go all of my insanity

Because I'm now numb and mindless

Watching life dissipate around me

It dissipates, synchronized with my pulse

Which I don't even feel slowing

But it's dissipating like the current

Of this flood that's barely flowing

It dissipates almost as fast

As the empty words I swallow

It's dissipating, disapearing

Making me empty, because I'm now hollow

But hollow is good, because empty is pure

And I was longing to be empty

Because empty is the cure

A cure that I'm dying for

But in death I'll be well

Because I will no longer be living

In an eternal hell

Washed out, washed away

Everything drained from me

I don't even care if there's a heaven

Because I finally have purity

I finally have freedom

From the life I never wanted

I will never be trapped again

In nights those nights so haunted

Because I've found light in the darkness

Warmth in the cold

The end of that tunnel

Truth in what's been told

And As ironic as it sounds,

I've found shelter from this flood

Because even though I'm a corpse beneath the water

I've found peace in the blood

Peace in the blood stemming from

The bed of thorns in which I lay

Those beautiful flaws that drained me;

This was the only way

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Sad truth of the suffering soul eloquently rendered. Yet the peace of acceptance sets transcendence in place. There is much more to Life than we realize -- that's why the mystics say "die" before you die. Your bed of thorns supports a rose.