The Fevered Circle

Each day a mournful pity 
Life looks upon you with scorn 
Hopes life, visions elude 
As your feeble breath is torn 
Six sinister thorns of beauty 
The claws of the nondivine 
Our right to breathe 
Our right to bleed 
Forever denied 

What some seek in the depths of the unknown 
Need not be sought so far 
Concealed it lurks behind 
The truth of what we are 

Each day a fevered circle 
Life looks upon you with scorn 
Six sinister claws of darkness 
Strip your flesh to the bone