The white dome of bone beckons For another wash, again Again, BACK into the shower basin, again 4th time tonight I'm BACK
Scrubbing my scalp Fingernails on shriveled fingertips digging trails & rivers Through the skinny bone. Crop circles all over my balloon head showing & telling White Skull Diaries
Squeezing the shampoo bottle empty Shaky, macabre cleansing; I get lost watching the spiral of water & bubbles As it vanishes down a drain
I step out of the steaming shower And face a foggy mirror, again Again, I dispise the blurry reflection All I see is a stark white skull anyway
It goes back far This is going to be hard to hide Exposing more and more white skull "Just stop already The drain's f*king clogged with hai r"