Cold, Wet Blanket

my toes are literally bathing in the cold,
wet despair of spilt water on the floor,
while my brain is bathing in the hot,
white confusion of adolescence brewing in my brain.
I've much too much
too much
too much
too much
too much
too much fuel with which to burn these infinitely hot flames.
If only this blanket of cold,
smothering water could somehow dampen these whorendous flames
that have constantly tortured this
head of mine.