Comfort?

Peel back the layers
Of what was once before,
Tear away the damage,
The aching, wide open sore.
Thrust into the chest,
Aching pounding fist.
Long journey of birth -
Causing severe unrest.
Mind racing ahead,
Through space; moments, time,
Curl up into a ball,
Mutter nothing, a mime..
Scream internally loud,
Grey and darkened cloud.
Shout into nothingness,
A cold and empty shroud.
Comfort nowhere around -
Deafened by silence, no sound,
Damage beyond belief,
Burdening the thornladen crown..
Seeping into the skin,
Drip and pour begins..