Spoilt, relaxation,
bubbles, baths bombs,
Those sweet smelling purple ones,
and the silence,
Ah the silence, but suddenly,
You're flooded,
Flooded by all the thoughts
you came in here to escape,
the small popping noise of bubbles
blocking your ear,
isn't enough to block out thoughts
instead they drown you
push you under
and hold you there,
you drown you,
are you suffering or are you coming to
your senses?
Under a spell of your own torment,
you can't stay like this
you've never been so violent,
Calm down and take me hand,
We'll make it, I swear.