Wednesday, February 20, 2013

All Moments Are Weak

A filth you cannot scrub clean
A dirtiness that sticks with you
A nasty clinging reminder deep inside
Always whispering that awful truth
Never letting you forget that......
YOU ARE DISGUSTING

A scum that you smear on yourself
A self-loathing you could have avoided
A kind of ache that won't let you sleep
Always whispering that awful truth
Never letting you forget that......
YOU ARE DYING


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