Eonian leftover scratches

Rubbing hard against the soul

Leaving no heal on the wound which hath pierced the whole memories. 

The thorns as the gallows cracked all the flesh deep into

The bones there into the unseen foibles of mine,

Dragging me into the

Where you call it " insane", but for me

It's the felicity where I lie down to

Assuage the loads hath I carried so far...