Inane

Impaled by the thorn, mechanical
Inane it’s 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 can’t decide
Tears thicken self-control override
Repressed, release is dignified
Fallen down to my knees
Bleeding violently over me
Silenced by words of hate
Laying motionless, walking toward the light