Lullabies of Thorns

Gently I bleed
Wrapped into thorns
Which I’ve been always surrounded to
Gently I agitate myself while they deeply penetrate
Life is like a hand that lift you up
Then let you fall down
Since I took my very first cry
I knew I wasn’t in the right place (to be)
I grew outwardly
But in my heart that primordial pain
Now I close my eyes
And I sink myself between the coils of quiescence
Like a baby
That in the cradle
Cries.from suffering
Look to my eyes that sleeps eternally
Who hasn’t consciousness now?