Mind full of poison,
Is it reality or a dream,
Water stops running,
A bath why not,
I drop the bath bomb,
Watching it,
As it travels down to the bottom,
Painting the clear water the color of his eyes,
Blue,
Deep hateful blue,
I sink under,
Soul slowly falling asleep,
Blue everywhere,
The water turns cold,
But it seems as if it's warmer under the surface,
In the deep blue,
Invisible force starts grasping at my throat,
Tighter and tighter,
I want to surrender,
But there's a voice chanting through the bubbles,
Stay,
Stay,
Stay strong and don't let it kill you,
As the voice dies out,
The grasp got tighter and tighter,
But I was still able to breathe just a little,
Patient for tomorrow,
For it to get lighter and turn clear.
