shower floors

I looked at the glass shards, and slopped out a small sigh of sorts

Soft amber lights flicker, exhaustion hit me swiftly

And the tiles of my bathroom floor reflect opaque sickness

Marble finish was the dream but right now it's ceramic

I wonder if my dreams part themes, 'cause now I feel pathetic

I scramble to my shower floor where I can just forget it

The H-two-O is great to slow my mind into a glacier

The water's warm, yet thoughts are cold, I haven't broke the layers

I will never match my temperatures, I will never control the steam

I will never wash the dirt and grit from innocence deplete

There will never be a time machine to take back all those things

And I'm sorry that the water sears, but that's just how it flows it seems