Starving inside and out
The murderous evil actors
Laugh as they love to see their
Vines of cutting thorns of death start to sprout
People watch you drown and simple leave you there
To battle death's quicksand
By accepting selfish care
By using the thorny vines to climb out
As blood and tears trail from your eyes and body
The cost of not drowning
Was to accept their shallow and controlling roles
As the fire turns to ice in my heart
Their hunger for my defeat
Feeds these vultures who dine on weak souls.
Now that I may stand on solid ground
My bleeding and weak body is soon to collapse
Falling to the ground

My soul departs from my body
This ghost is a drifter
Who is now free from their thorny vines
I'm a drifting lost soul
A gypsy life
Where at least my spirit is unbound