Liquids.

These nine hours were decent enoughthe closest things will get to sanity.
Not much progress was made in all honesty.
It feels as if this coven has been created for failure.
Not here, not now.
Please don't start again with these accusations.
Things can get better,I'll try more.
I swear.
Being forced to misery around company is bad enough.
Holding what they believe to be a smile,
when in reality it is but a grimace.
Not many can see the truth,
It's as if only the best can.

Holding back the stress until stripped away from all reality,
Waiting for the steam to wrap around this tensed body.
Water falling from your long black hair.
Every drop a stitch of pain taken away.

But we know these events are daily.
The noise, the ranting.
It goes on and on.
So once again you are covered in this majestic water.

The cycle will never stop.