On Thorns Around My Brain

fading above the sky...

omnipresent flux
fading to dusk
of blackout silences
deeply within brain,
shoulders of growth
blinded by venom
in nakedness of soul
and my mute thread
lying on thistles,
whispering to reality
for blackest elements
over eternal depth
above the skies,
on thorns I breathe
until every resurrection,
when dust ascends
through vicious essences
embracing my chest,
then shall come noise
from silent insides
bathed in blood
of victimized blame
and night
will be violated
by mournful scars
around death horizons,
where hollow winds
burned my sorrow,
there is tragedy
I eternally breathe
for untold virulent
emotional deaths..

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