fill the bath with water
(not all the way)

The rushing water

Soothes your ears

But you're not focused on that

The ceaseless thoughts protrude
And show their hideous heads

(torment, torture, punishment)
Submerge thy self within
Receive your awaited baptism
Slowly, but surely, into the dripping cold

(arms curled around legs
head craning forward)
The water cradles your face
as it patiently, as though
it has known 
this
had to arrive at some point,
Accepts your descent
Open your mouth
and scream

This is all you have left