Thorns On My Grave

I Hereby Commit My Body To The GroundSterilised And Wrapped In Plastic FoilBeing An Object Of This Space And TimeThis Body Should Remain ConcealedFor It Holds Every DiseaseIt Holds All The Pain And DeathEver ExposedI Could Never UnleashBeneath Deceiving, Fragile SkinBreathes The Ever Growing Hate WithinSince The First Glimpse Of MY ExistenceI Have Fed This Greedy InfectionAn Aimless Search For Potential PersistenceOf LifeFound No Escape From The Fatal InjectionFor It Holds Every DiseaseEver ExposedIt Holds All Pain And DeathIt Could Ever UnleashBeneath Deceiving, Fragile SkinI Am The FatherBreathes The Ever Growing Hate WithinThis Body DepravedI Am The SonMy Refugee Soul Has EscapedOf Final Wishes I Ask NoneBut OneNow That I Am GoneLay Thorns On My Grave