Driving past the driving rain.
You echo in my soul,
Let water fill the holes you bore.
Into my abysses of skin
In abscesses that I didn't know of.
Into my voice of sin,
In screams I couldn't hear.
Water trickles into my caves
Where purity thrives like maggots set free.
Water feeds the sickness of my skin,
Where animals rot and music bleeds.
I tend to drink the muddy mess
That emerges in droplets from my eyes,
I tend to sip on my sanity
As it freezes like filthy ice.
I try to find my inner voice
That will speak to the water
And stop it's trail.
I try to make the final choice
That will decide whether I perish Or fail.
In front of the bathroom mirror tonight,
In shards of glass from the broken stall,
I wonder if this is the last time
I'll sink it deep and drink it all.