Bloody Thorns

from by Prayer Chain



I listen for a sound, a single word from you
like a little rain washed in from hell.
Lips just like a rose speak the dialect I know
in a way that calms me till I'm fast asleep.

In a crowded room, a single glance from you
so sharp that i think it could draw blood.
Lips just like rose, speak the dialect I know.
Prick me with your thorns. I'll let you have your fun.

I've never seen you grow at all. In the ground, you can't be found. Im watering and wondering around.


from Prayer Chain, released September 29, 2015



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