Slowly decaying.

Skin.

Scolding water,

Running down my arms.

As I washed your sins,

Off my skin.

I scrubbed,

Scratched,

And peeled.

Layer after layer.

Skin,

Turning to the color of pink salmon,

Then changing,

To crimson.

Lying in my sins,

I felt the water,

Turn the same as my heart.

Cold.

I felt the hands of my demons pull me under,

And I never even tried to save my self.

I let them take me under,

I let them drag me to hell.

Layer after layer,

My bones were peaking through the holes in my skin.

I lied there with wounds open,

And I never felt the sting,

Of the infection.

The infection,

Of your sins being left in my veins for hours.

Minutes,

Hours,

Days,

Years...

Never in my life have I longed,

For scolding water in my veins.

Never in my life have I longed,

For my demons to drag me back under.

Never in my life have I longed,

Longed for you and your sins,

Back in my skin just so I,

Just so I could remain numb.