Along winding paths of thorns riddled with blood, a tulip grows
Vibrant petals yurning for water to sustain life
The thorns scorned, engulf in waves of powerful ties, threating growth
Battles of power subdue the brains function
Paralized is fear of movement for survival, plans complicated route
Confusion constricts with each breathe
Consciousness is fading onto another world
Final thought is eternal reality