I Watch the Red River Flow

I watch this river.
Watching it flow.
Peaceful.
Calming.
I watch it flow, dressed in red,
Like paint on a battlefield.
I watch it flow; the calm after the storm.
I watch it until I drown in your tears.
I watch it flow, ever so slowly, until I fade into the world of Limbo.
Life and Death.
What does it mean without you?
The river flows across steadily.
There’s a bridge.
An elastic gap that stops the flow.
Interrupting the harmony.
Still, I take the plunge, deeper, deeper.
Into the river.
The river of red on the wrist of a crying girl.
She needs this...It’s her way out.
I’m watching this river.
This river of blood.
And I’ll watch until the day the river becomes too deep.