| There’s a filth on me that I cannot clean, and there’s a shame in me that is
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| seldom seen, I’m the thick, stale breath of self abhorrence, masticated for a
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| day and ensconced between, plaque-ridden, rotten, yellow teeth, my eye lids
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| weigh me down and I’m succumb to sleep
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| If I’d permit myself the time, but procrastination is most beguiling in the
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| night
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| I discover how full of shit I really am, devoid of a moral compass or a viable
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| plan
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| Grain of salt, grain of sand, all is for nothing, nothing at all
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| I can’t trust myself to suffer the fall
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| The smoke stains my skin
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| Permeates through my pores, solidify my ire into cancerous dire
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| It sits right in my stomach
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| It claws at my throat
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| I’m retching by the hour
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| I’m all alone
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| My lovers repugnance was hard earned
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| And my friends slander is well deserved, with my war gait, worn knees give way
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| to the cynicism, all melts away in the flame
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| And all else melts away in the cynic flame, I’m burning, an epidemic of
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| ignorance spreads through the youth
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| But you’ll feign indifference, undermine the truth, so you’ve got the vision,
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| then pave the way, for the next new noise to take conjectures place
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| Take the sordid place, take it |