Drifterby Misty

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