Drifting as a bleeding branch at sea,
Looking blind at all in front of me,
Wondering as I am, where I have gone and where I have been,
What is this pain that's growing within?

Let go.
How do you let it go? The water is bright red with pain, you know you'll never be the same.
Drifting still, drifting alone, drifting silent,
But the once calm sea has become merciless and...