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

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