Thorns On My Grave

"I hereby commit my body to the ground

Sterilised and wrapped in plastic foil

Being an object of this space and time

This body should remain concealed

For it holds every disease

Ever exposed

It holds all pain and death

I could never unleash

Beneath deceiving, fragile skin

Breathes the ever growing hate within

Since the first glimpse of my existence

I have fed this greedy infection

An aimless search for potential persistence

Found no escape from the fatal injection of life

For it holds every disease

Ever exposed

It holds all pain and death

It could ever unleash

Beneath deceiving, fragile skin

Breathes the ever growing hate within

I am the father

I am the son

My refugee soul has escaped

This body depraved

Of final wishes I ask none

But one

Now that I am gone

Lay thorns on my grave"