By Robert Armstrong
Cold water running on
My face,
Trying to wash the
Nightmares
Away,
Sleep from
My
Eyes,
Cold water running on
My face,
Cleansing my soul,
Whispers in the
Darkness of
Eternal night,
Driving me to the
Precipice,
Of
Insane
Thought,
Cold water running on
My face,
Scraping the grime of
These streets,
The impurities from
My heart,
Hands of sin,
Pulling me,
Tearing at
My
Skin,
Cold water running on
My face,
Is it enough,
To purify
Me,
From all
That
Plagues my
Sight,
My
Fragile
Mind?