One of Those Nights

It's just
Another one of those nights.
The heavy blackness,
Lack of motivation.
I don't want to budge,
Or even bother
To stand out of the shower.
And for now,
My closest friends
Are the sentences merging
So fast between my temples
That I can't get a grip
On a single one.
And every evening
The showers gain heat
As well as length.
And one night,
The water will boil.
My skin will welt,
And eventually melt off.
Then you'll come home
To find me
A lonely collapsed
Vacant skeleton,
Waiting for someone
To pull me from
The dreaded grips
Of the drain.