The Drifter's Den

i've been strangled in between thorny twigs that keep me trapped. i saw it coming and watched it slowly tie me up, each sluggish grasp growing rigid as each prickle spurt out my blood. i've been aware of the breadth such pain would reach but though unprepared, i went on, thinking that i'd overcome even the most death-inviting torture, with just an echo of your softest whisper; even with the shadow of your hands offering me the coldest touch from the farthest of distance. i pierced my eyes and went on wanting to cast each eye to blindness, just so no one would care, no one would bother to even pay a glance on the rivers of flood continuously giving birth to my endless bliss. Endless, so i thought, but now is slowly being pulled to its grave, and for me, i am now but a drifter, floating lifeless on the rivers which now are lightened up with tears. Its dark red color, slowly fading for the countless drops that had fallen down, from the sore source who'd rather wish to die, than be alive without its life.Wallflower (Acoustic) - Carolines Spine