Thorns of Grass

What began as death shall turn to life Yet what am I to do? Just dive into the river? Thorns of grass are woven into a halo For the martyred angel And his bleeding vein I admit life is a lie Now I suffer, slipping away Forgiveness questions burn my tongue Have me confused A lonely reminder In a ballad of sympathy I have become the victim Slit my vein to bathe In the baptismal fountain Dance my children In the suffering Velvetwords caress my tongue A damnation chorus! Toll the bells to hell! Yet I will meditate before the stream Until I am prepared Spirit, life me away For now I understand