Winter chills in Monday blues.
Driving past the driving rain.
Again,
You echo in my soul,
Let water fill the holes you bore.
Deep down,
Into my abysses of skin
In abscesses that I didn't know of.
Deep down,
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.
Driving past the driving rain.
Again,
You echo in my soul,
Let water fill the holes you bore.
Deep down,
Into my abysses of skin
In abscesses that I didn't know of.
Deep down,
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.