I sit; I sit in a curled up ball of skin and tattoos
I sit; I sit naked on the floor of my shower
The water flowing over my rolls and dripping from my hair
You think you understand the haste of my rash conflictions
I try to live the lie out, I try to peruse the ever after
I hold the flame underneath the water, and wonder why I am cold?
How does the pain of life subside?
How do I become millions and then back to debt?
Opened my eyes under water, and I am freed of tears