Intense to the point of comfort,
a dance to slowly submerge,
a mystified mind is emptied in the room,
where the dry and the wet converge.

Naked, waterproof, at peace for now,
heal the cuts, cleanse the scars,
the dripping tap limits the tempo,
gaze through distortion to the stars.

A world of hurt waits at the door,
he has pills to hide him from it's sight,
to slip into numbing apathy,
is the only way to face the night.

A sigh accompanies the pulling of the plug,
wrap in softness, hold it close,
the razorblade shines in proud defeat,
a runner up to the overdose
The End

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