I am my own worst enemy
and there is too much to forget.
I'm scalded by this water
this cleansing has only brought darkness.
It burns deeper than my back
through my bones, to the soul.
But I don't want to move
I don't want to do anything.
Any touch gives me fear
it's not wanted here.
But if there's one thing I can't stand
it's the contact of my eyes and yours.
Apathy is deceptive
he always catches up in the end.
Why can't it all be so clear?
I know who lingers here
Reality and disappointment.
I'd try to go to sleep
to leave it all behind
but I just don't have the time.
