sounds to drown the noise,

warmth to the suffocate the cold,

water to smother the blood,

and yet no savior to take up my breathe.

It is my dungeoned solace,

a drag of tongue against my nerves,

a visual melody coveting my thoughts.

My tears are colored an acidic blue,

and yet it is red that stains the watery marbles.

My cheeks are a rainy season window pane,

yet cant people take a peek in?

A shower to cleanse,

a shower to cry,

a shower to find yourself in,

a shower to finally find time.