The Sound of Running Water

Clouds of bubbles pure and white,
Claw footbath, silhouettes reflected by candlelight,
The sound of running water echo’s off the walls,
The bath robe is removed, and falls to the floor,

Step into the bath, carefully, one foot at a time,
It burns, it scalds, but you must not decline,
The blade of the razor glistens as it penetrates the skin,
Unbearable pain, a fire of rage burning within,

Eyes watering, tears streaming down cheeks,
Drained of all strength, body becoming very weak,
A sea of blood flows over the rim, settling among grout,
Looking out the window, stars sparkle, full moons out,

Say goodbye to all of this, soon it will all be gone,
They didn’t believe you’d do it, but you proved them all wrong,
Feeling light headed, visions fading,
You’re left waiting,
Silence, blackness, nothing.