Mater Dolorosa

From her frays you've spun

A lattice, a cage

An armor of protection, shield to her glaive

Scar below the navel of a malefic gaze

Singed from the dressings by her caustic flame

The seventh sword

The thorn in your side

Drank your tears til I swelled and writhed

The lamb on the altar for your sacrifice

Mater Dolorosa to you I'm confined

Your taunting games and thy spell of endless rage

You swallowed the key to my lattice cage

Is this your form of contrition?

Your guilt-binding condition?

Exhumed your grievances

About all that you'd give

You're screeching to the firmament

I'll remain the closest

My head in your chest

By your side as you spin the frays of your lattice

Of your lattice

Of your lattice