Filth
There are times when I look at the world
Seeing all the
Filth.
That is dragged in
But realized the
Filth.
Was always there all along
I wonder how this came to be
Then another epiphany occurs to me
There is filth in all of us
We can't escape it and that's why we hate ourselves
Because the
Filth.
Is what we want out
But it can never come out ever
Some people's dirt is stinker then others
While some other's mud is rather mild
Yet for each person the smell never goes away
We try to cleanse ourselves with hopes
Of this bigger being that could cure us with his blessings
When really this bigger being is the collection
Of all our minds' set and our souls
We are all so different yet the same
With the
Filth.
Haunting our core
No one is ever truly sane
But we have to think of the positive
Try to distract your conscious' nose with the sweet fragrance
Of love, honor and the little things that make us happy
Or else the stink gets to you
You start feeling like you don't matter
That the world doesn't need you
Everything is just a collection of your doom
When the bad gets going, you don't see the end
It consumes your being
And some people crack
Killing themselves to stop their tracks
While others turn vicious like as if they were trapped in a corner
Biting and fighting everyone in their way
When really there are no walls
No boundaries in this real figurative world I speak of
And a few truly let this
Filth.
Consume them
Making themselves all about it
Seeing the bad as good since it's to their benefit
Either by fulfilling dark pleasures
Or adding more to their wallets at no cost to themselves
These are the ones who are truly and utterly
Filth.
It seems as though they can't ever go back
Once they are
Filth.
They are nothing else
The line that separates them from the
Filth.
Is gone
There is no more chalk to draw the line
There is no organizer to sort through the piles of garbage
And it seems as though we allow ourselves to spread
The stinky
Filth.
Around our earth
Taking more then what earth can handle
Leaving our
Filth.
As a replacement since we can't offer anything better
Now this planet is slowly turning into
Filth.
Yet there are some who don't give out their stinky fumes
Who spread their perfume of hearts and souls
Trying to get the
Filth.
To stop spreading
But it is too strong
This
Filth.
Is consuming almost everything
How can we stop it?
Who is our global maid to help clean up this mess?
And isn't that what we all want?
So we can sit around in our
Filth.
And do what we feel like doing?
Filthy.
Seeing all the
Filth.
That is dragged in
But realized the
Filth.
Was always there all along
I wonder how this came to be
Then another epiphany occurs to me
There is filth in all of us
We can't escape it and that's why we hate ourselves
Because the
Filth.
Is what we want out
But it can never come out ever
Some people's dirt is stinker then others
While some other's mud is rather mild
Yet for each person the smell never goes away
We try to cleanse ourselves with hopes
Of this bigger being that could cure us with his blessings
When really this bigger being is the collection
Of all our minds' set and our souls
We are all so different yet the same
With the
Filth.
Haunting our core
No one is ever truly sane
But we have to think of the positive
Try to distract your conscious' nose with the sweet fragrance
Of love, honor and the little things that make us happy
Or else the stink gets to you
You start feeling like you don't matter
That the world doesn't need you
Everything is just a collection of your doom
When the bad gets going, you don't see the end
It consumes your being
And some people crack
Killing themselves to stop their tracks
While others turn vicious like as if they were trapped in a corner
Biting and fighting everyone in their way
When really there are no walls
No boundaries in this real figurative world I speak of
And a few truly let this
Filth.
Consume them
Making themselves all about it
Seeing the bad as good since it's to their benefit
Either by fulfilling dark pleasures
Or adding more to their wallets at no cost to themselves
These are the ones who are truly and utterly
Filth.
It seems as though they can't ever go back
Once they are
Filth.
They are nothing else
The line that separates them from the
Filth.
Is gone
There is no more chalk to draw the line
There is no organizer to sort through the piles of garbage
And it seems as though we allow ourselves to spread
The stinky
Filth.
Around our earth
Taking more then what earth can handle
Leaving our
Filth.
As a replacement since we can't offer anything better
Now this planet is slowly turning into
Filth.
Yet there are some who don't give out their stinky fumes
Who spread their perfume of hearts and souls
Trying to get the
Filth.
To stop spreading
But it is too strong
This
Filth.
Is consuming almost everything
How can we stop it?
Who is our global maid to help clean up this mess?
And isn't that what we all want?
So we can sit around in our
Filth.
And do what we feel like doing?
Filthy.