The Filth

Clawing my way through muddy veins
Across this heartless country
I slipped inside of the insane
To scrape the filth off of me

Seeing the snake slither across
The razorblade of darkness
Severed the joint between my will
And my increasing madness

I like the mud between your hands
Covered in flesh imperfect
With strands of marrow mixed with sand
Your life is almost worth it

It seems that everywhere I turn
In this undying jungle
The leeches tell me of the filth
And their unending struggle

You stole and you cheated
Your life is almost worth it
Your skin is too imperfect
To secure my eyes

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