I love how
the hot water cascades over me
burning my skin,
reddening my old scars.
I want to hurt again.

I love how
my tears spiral down the drain
and spiral into the sea.
Oh, will the sirens pity me
as much as I do?

I love how
I can walk between worlds
as an entity, scrolling through time,
turning eternities into seconds.
I have the eyes of god.

Until I am curled up like a baby,
lying on the hard tile
and shivering in the falling cold.
Only rage illuminates
my empty soul.

I love how
I can wander endlessly
and end up in the same pathetic place,
the same alluring fantasy
of making you suffer forever.