fustration

step into an empty room
i close the door

with the lights off i slowly remove all articles of clothing
in darkness you can not see the bodies inperfections or the shame on a face

starting at the crown of my head i feel...
slowly going down i touch...
every crevace and buldge...

amazing how a single touch could cause so much pain
even if it is your own...

running the water, hot
as if to burn away the skin that
fails to proctect me from even the smallest blow

drifting away deeper into this sea of sucidial thoughts
still completly blanketed in the darkness
it begins to consume me whole...

and i succomb to it...