{Part 1}
All I hear is-
Rushing
Liquid, Heat
Washing over me
In ripples and cascades
It leaves me in waves
Of droplets that rain
Onto this porcelain floor
That I do stain.
It's euphoriah, sometimes..
I let go.
It will most likely kill me
Someday, I'll let go
And forget my way back
But not today
Today, I returned
Shaking and smiling and laughing
(Must I be insane?)
Sputter and choke, on salt mingled water
(This has been done in my name.)
Liberating tears-
Chain me, they may
In their secret way
This is the start of my day.
{Part 2}
Indeed, it takes me
But still, I say-
This water is not hot enough
T'is never hot enough, for me
To erase the path I tread
To make this conscience clean
Right these wrongs in my head
Innocence of a newborn babe-
I cannot attain,
(T'was not you who fed.)
So, I won't deny this blame
And say it was you who lead.
I think..
Water could never be hot enough
It could boil off my skin
Blisters, the bubbles-
Flaming red of inflamed skin
The angry sinews,
They may be washed away
But the water
Will never, ever be hot enough
To rinse what I've done down the drain |
Submission Name: Volver/Limpio
