Cleansing a paper cut incision... Painful abrasion within this heart... Adorning a naked soul with warmth... Consumed with fear and rejection... Soapsuds contain a peaceful aroma... Yet your spirit is alive and well... Within the drains of a wayward soul... Feeling sentimental hands, serene... Hearing every word from whispered lips... Purity is bliss, washing away darkness... You're the light within thy lonely tunnel... Water droplets trickle slowly away... Standing alone in the shower of life... Exposed and ready to move on...