Thorns

Broken, twisted and empty he was
The cause of this, he claimed was a curse
His soul was dark, leeched of light,
His life, he thought, would never be bright

What happiness meant, he did not know
He hated those who had a smile to show
For he knew that he could never have a carefree day
Because in his dark world, positivity did not stay

Freedom was the only thing he craved
Something that was impossible; on whom could he depend on to be saved?
Nobody had ever been there for him before
Why should he expect anything more

The only world he's ever known his entire life
Balanced on the blade of a knife
And in the centre of the world he bled
Sentenced to an eternity with a crown of thorns on his head

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Sometimes I don't even know what I write :')