Drained

I sit in there I don't know how long Seconds tick as if hours I wonder what hours will feel like Days? Months?Maybe eternity. The water strips me naked Covers me in a layer of transparent The hot drops play me like an instrument I feel them trace down every inch of my skin Exploring all that lays exposed and camouflaged If i stay in a bit longer Maybe shreds of this skin will fall off Can the water turn me non-human? Will i disappear if I sit long enough? I look down at the tiny pores which rest beside me Is this non-human enough to be trusted? Are they wide enough to suck all these feelings which have started draining out? The hot drops have lost there charm They feel cold by the time they gush over my feet Did they break into the uncharted territory? Or did they get scared seeing what lay underneath? I sit there alone in the dark Letting them consume me bit by bit I wall off and blend along I draw in with the current I feel melted. I feel drained.