Thorn-ed

Thorns...
Some prick then leave,
Eventually the bleeding would stop,
There might not even be a scar,

Thorns...
Some prick then leave a scar,
Scars...
Are reminders of the pain but precaution to dangers,

Thorns...
Some prick tehn stay,
Venturing in the bloodstream...
And jump with enthusiasm,

'til you are so numb,
Emptiness join in,
Drilling immunity out of your feet,
Tasting the tears that ran along my face...

Thorns...