Bathtime

A hundred thoughts bubble and flow around me as i descend into a stew of confuddled minds.

Fleeting hearts gone a-waste, opportunity and chance of twisted fates

To see your face,

Are you mad at me? Im mad at me!

Lets erase this chasteness

Bathe in the melancholy,

Let the bubbles be words and destroy me.

Every breath feels like seawater taking me with the tide

As i close my eyes, and cry,

Mourning broken castles in my mind,

I slip,

Into the vision,

Through the realm built with superstition,

My final submission.

Adieu.