Passion

Walk on me
Climb up into my knees
Trail along my neck
A track to redeem

Nailing down my face
An only way to achieve
The highest plain in pain
Meadows where you may decease

Your feet, your bones, your skin
You crawl, you beg, you dream
For me, for us, for them

I’ve found my way carving wounds
that won’t heal
As my skin bleeds out, I languish still
My only solace is a silent grief
For it feels too painful to cry

It must be sorrowful, bitter and harmful
Because every thorn relieves the truth
Per aspera ad astra
For me, for us, for them

Walk on me
And feed me with the need
Of purifying the world
By hunger, hate and disease