My ashes sink into my bath.
The water turns an inky black.
My head sits underneath the waves.
I lay there for days and days.
I slowly drown in my own pain,
As the ceiling turns to rain.
I watch the water as it trickles.
Water overflows in little ripples.
How I wish that I could flow,
And escape into the world unknown.
But lo, I am stuck within this bath.
Where the water is an inky black.