I wash the world from my body. Thick in its desires, its wants and needs. Heavy with grief and suffering. I try to purge myself of the violence and greed and the fascination with death and dying.
I shed clothes as a knight shedding his armor in hopes that the light will find a way to cleanse my soul.
I lie exposed for all to see. No barriers, no cover-up, just me. But you turn away. Do I disgust you? My head hangs low. The water pouring down my back. Should I wash away too? Would you know I was gone?
My sins are cleansed but the water continues to pour. There is no friend, there is no love, there is no god. I am man, incomplete.
As I wash away, I see you coming. Will you rescue me? Or am I already lost? A trickle, a tear, a drop of water in the shower.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I wash the world from my body. Thick in its desires, its wants and needs. Heavy with grief and suffering. I try to purge myself of the violence and greed and the fascination with death and dying.
I shed clothes as a knight shedding his armor in hopes that the light will find a way to cleanse my soul.
I lie exposed for all to see. No barriers, no cover-up, just me. But you turn away. Do I disgust you? My head hangs low. The water pouring down my back. Should I wash away too? Would you know I was gone?
My sins are cleansed but the water continues to pour. There is no friend, there is no love, there is no god. I am man, incomplete.
As I wash away, I see you coming. Will you rescue me? Or am I already lost? A trickle, a tear, a drop of water in the shower.
