This Tank Of Water

Every morning I wake up here, in this tank of water, alone.

Every morning I wake up here, in this tank of water, alone.

And even if all these flowers surround this tank it still feels empty, I don't feel alive.

Until midnight strikes and I lose control.

My hands light up and every flower around me blooms including the one that I keep in the jar inside this lifeless tank.

It's all I hold dear.

But the tank shatters and as I touch the ground the flowers become as lifeless as me, it's my fault.

I'm a monster.

And so I cry, I cry like I'm dying. But this is much worse, because I'm killing myself and everything around me.

Except that jar.

That flower has no idea what I've done.

I hold it close, like I'm going to lose it as well.

My tears gather up as the sun rises.

And I'm back in the tank.

Every morning I wake up here, in this tank of water, with this one flower.