A Gentleman's Suicide

His tears fall
beneath the bubbles.

Making his bath
a sea of sorrow.

Alone, he cries.
In this tub, he hides.

His heart aches
from a tormented past.

Making his bath
a bed of bad memories.

Alone, he cries.
In this tub, he hides.

His shadows listen
as he speaks his secrets.

Making his bath
a couch of confession.

Alone, he cries.
In this tub, he hides.

His eyes watch
the blade on his skin.

Making his bath
a pool of blood.

Alone, he cries.
In this tub, he dies.