He sits on thrones of thorns
Until they lift him away from
The situation's station
Leaving everybody speechless
And mesmerized for lifetimes
The ledge had beckoned
Until he fell off
So much wonderlust
Trapped in flesh and bones
An escape from reality
The torturous turmoil
He landed in a thud
Upon the frost bitten grass
His soul retreated
Back into the stars
As his dead body
Hit the rose bushes
Outside his fifth floor room
He lay until morning rays of sun
Rotted the hate from his skin
Until he was just another body
Amongst the throne of thorns.
