He lowers his head and closes his eyes
The cold feeling of tile embraces his palms
An empty space where his heart used to be now aches with longing
His tears are lost in the endless streams that run down his face and body
So many nights he’s been in battle
Engaged in a fight against his own mind
The haunting memories of days passed
Still lingering with a ferocious relentlessness
Like angels wings spreading open with brilliance
The warm water glides across his back
He looks down at the swirling lake of tears
Lost forever as they run down a black abyss
He still hears the voices of those he lost
The ones that he loved
Those that betrayed him
What a glorious set of catastrophes he’s endured
He lifts his head and feels the mask spread across his face
As the streams run down his cheeks
He remembers the heartache that fell from his eyes
Gently over his lips
The streams bring with them a taste of countless kisses never to be had again
As the water continues to fall in around him
His world follows suit
He can feel the weight starting to crack
The load becoming lighter on his shoulders
He sighs with relief as the water washes away his torment
Piece by piece in a baptism of warmth
A world washed away and replaced anew
In the clouds of mist he see’s their faces
With them comes a swirling hurricane
Love combined with furious hate and anguish
He runs his hand across the glass
And with a single stroke their faces are gone
Never to be seen again
Replaced instead by the face of a stranger
Of whom he wants nothing to do with