When i was younger,
I would take baths...
The purpose was to get clean,
But my purpose was to just feel...
My purpose was to see...
My purpose was to feel free...
I bathed the all-day smells away,
I bathed my bloody wounds,
I would lay back & close my eyes.
If i could sleep in the water,
I would...
Fingers had gotten pruny,
It showed me i been in for too long .
I imagined myself swimming,
The ocean was the clearest blue.
Warning signs of when you need to get out..
The younger days were the best...
Bathing with demons now,
They're not friendly...
I wash up with the richest soap,
But I'm still dirty...
Insides spits hell,
Skin feels heavenly...
He is talking to me through a glass..
I'm trying to listen,
I sit...
I sit in a chair at the bottom of the sea,
I see....
I see in the dreams...
Chained by the feet,
Eyes closed shut,
Swimming,
Wherever my mind leads me...