The world oozes like a festering wound
A stinking cesspool of despair and disease
Human snakes slithering belly-down in the streets
Puke-stained stairways
Blood-spattered hallways
Gutters running with s**t and piss
Come on, take a load off
Go home
Lock the door
Escape the filth
Don't be a ******** p***y
Put the gun in your mouth
Close your eyes
Think of the corruption
Of the baby in the dumpster on the night of the prom
Of the girl whose wrists cry tears of crimson
The man hanging in his prison cell
Be a man
Purge the infection
Suture the wound
Be somebody
Pull the trigger
Liberate yourself
End it.
Written December 16th, 2008
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