17 July 2012
I step into the bathroom, on the tiles of dazzling white There is no way I can tell the events that are insight.
A shower, that's what I need, I feel almost dead inside I need the rushing warmth only a shower can provide.
I reel down the blinds, flick the switch, and turn the heaters up My brother been in and there's no hot water, just my luck.
I take off all my clothes and grab a towel out And I step into the shower as the hot water begins to spout.
But I've slipped before I can close my eyes, I'm stumbling, I've lost my breath, All I can see is so much blood, and I'm sure that I've met my death.
Overthinker • Opuss № I