Hall Of Broken Thorns

I wander in my hall alone

Sit upon my blackened throne,

The crown of thorns upon my brow

I learned to love, you showed me how.

My wings are tattered, torn and worn,

Surrounded by my hall of thorns.

The serene tranquility of my life,

Carves me up like little knives.

I paint a picture with crimson tears,

Letting loose my hate and fears.

A painting filled with memories,

It feels so real to me.

Those words dig into me again,

I am here, my only friend .

I am here, alone I mourn,

In my hall of broken thorns.