Bath

Everything is washed away.
The white floods and bleeds.
Forgive me, for I have sinned.
Silver baths me.
The torrent of clean is suffocating.
My fingers relax, letting the only grip I have on reality falter for a moment.
The free fall into your imagination is exciting to me.
The rest I desire won't come.
Trick me into a dreamless sleep.
That sounds safe.
Much the way you sounded safe, back in the day.