There is something

With the shower raining full blast,
Washing my soar, purplish heart,
Draining my tainted entity away,
I need to feel re-purified,
All this while,
Maybe I have been thinking too much,
Maybe I have been asking too much,
Maybe I have been giving in too much,
Let me now squeeze in some place for my soul,
To be alive and start kicking again,
And to find a LIFE
I could now feel it,
There is something abuze in the air.