One with the brambles

 just consume me and let me grow my thorns

burn it, pour the gasoline.

let me be nothing.

let me be moss. 

let be nothing and be consume by my forestk, by my fire magic.  

let me go away from this nothing,  from this sacrifice 

to no one, to an empty god.

I wont give myself to the nothing, I won't grow like black mold on walls that are not mine to defend, you can do that alone, you can find your way throught the forest you have created. I hope.... I will you to find it barren and empty, you give nothing, you find nothing. 

I'll wait here like the black birds waiting for the storm to clash. 

You won't grow anything and it will turn against you. you will get what you give and face the emptiness.  the barren field that grow only your nothingness. 

covered in flame and blood.

just let me be free of all this 

let me burn it to the roots 

the putrid, the rot, let me grow out of this. 

Please, someone,

anyone............

save me.