Dirty Death

A container meant for cleansing
Its liquid meant for rinsing
A lake held inside blank walls
Drop your clothes as your hair falls
Step within its ivory bounds
Release your worries, release your crowns
Relax and rub your body clean
The scent, not yet obscene
But when the decision falls into place
No one will remember you as grace
Pick up the blade
Drag it in danger
Let drip the shade
Conform to a stranger
Colors are changed and remain in the water
Falter your ways and let it get hotter
This body lay at the top of a lake
Just like a murder, but killer opaque
No questions of who did it
The strokes on your wrists forbid it
Lifeless except for the fluid leaking
From your body as if speaking
Choking on the absences of air
The way you went
Like the way you cared.