Raping me of my emptiness inside,
From your necromancing touch I had to hide.
I was not saved from suicide,
Nor from drowning in the tears I cried.
The thoughts that were implied,
Relentlessly pried,
The voices all lied,
Yet did not subside;
I tried,
But even so, I still died.
Remember that those who had been crowned in thorn,
You need not mourn;
I may have been worn,
And even torn,
But only the deeply scorn,
Are allowed to be reborn.
