The Vestige of Thorns - Pillorian

Remove this mortal coil

The nucleus of life, a vestige flame

Where memories are adrift in a capitulum hollow

Remove the heart and marrow

The perpetual rhythm in a pallid cage

Replace it with thorns, dried with age

Scar me, bleed me

Remove the ghost of being

The spiritual fiber which makes a man

Lost inside, haunting this fragile cavity

Like smoke that abandons the flame

A shadow’s impression which never fades

Replace it with thorns, dried with age

Pierce me, release me

Fill what is left with a coil of thorns

Fill what is left with rusty nails

Fill what is left with obsidian shards

Shatter me, destroy me…

Make me whole again

Leave a briar of thorns where once stood a man

There are fragments of wisdom in decline