Share the grace of the scars

From all the roses I've found I picked the blue one From all the fruits I've had I picked the plump and tear it apart The hunger came, but couldn't stoped it It just kept on growing I ate the time, I ate, my rage I ate the lover I longed to forget Bring upon the ashes and the heavy hand of god Bring the blind-eyed voices, and the creeping hands Sing the sires Of joy and sorrow