Written by Primal Night’s and HastyWords

She presses her breath gently from her lips
Unaware that she had been holding it in
The quiet breaks slowly; a sad sort of beauty

Numbness threatens every bony limb
And chills the length of her spine
As he fills her tub with liquored sin

She stills herself against what is to come
Voiding her mind of all its memories
Preparing herself for complete immersion

The water slowly searches her every curve
Baptizing each synapse with death then life
Drowning all her dark and melancholy filth

Blotches of red memories burn and quiver
Resentment soaks then sizzles and dissolves
In a smoking, purifying cauldron of hurt

Holy-water poured from vodka bottles.
Lined the tubs edge, memorializing the event
Dousing all her strangled and addicted desires

He lovingly awoke her inspiration to live
Cleansing her and one by one helped drown
Every voice that attempted to do her in