Thorns of the Wretched Bloom

Thorns of the Wretched Bloom

From the roots where sorrow weeps,
Buried deep where rot still creeps,
Thorns entwined around the sun,
Blighted breath where hope's undone.

Eyes of cinder, mouth of ash,
Whispered curses cut and slash,
Veins that pulse with dirt and grime,
Choking fate in twisted rhyme.

Sing to me from broken bones,
Wretched hymns where darkness roams,
Bleed the sky with tongues of doom,
Plague my soul with thorns in bloom.

Fingers claw through rotting clay,
Dreams like worms that burrow gray,
Spiders weave through dying light,
Binding curses through the night.

Tear the heart from roots of pain,
Bury screams in haunted rain,
Burn the seeds where grief takes root,
Hear the dead in bitter fruit.

Sing to me from broken bones,
Wretched hymns where darkness roams,
Bleed the sky with tongues of doom,
Plague my soul with thorns in bloom.

Eyes of glass and lips of rust,
Souls entombed in toxic dust,
Choke on words that rot away,
Haunted breath where corpses pray.

Call the storm with shattered cries,
Hex the sun and blind the skies,
Sing the curse that fate consumes,
Thorns of wretched bloom.