half asleep in the shower 
swaying back and forth
some water runs deep 
down the walls
some rapidly pounds at the floor
back and forth
imagining my corpse 
swinging from a tree
every time the water leaves me
waving and smiling at everything
would the rain feel the same
fill empty veins
and renew the black intention of my sins
what a monster I am now
what a horror I would be then