Comedy of Errors

theres a filth on me that i cannot clean, and theres a shame in me that is seldom seen, im the thick, stale breath of self abhorrence, masticated for a dayand ensconced between, plaque-ridden, rotten, yellow teeth, my eye lids weighme down and i'm succumb to sleep.
if i'd permit myself the time, but procrastinationis most beguling in the night.
i discoverhow full of shit i really am, devoid of a moral compass or a viable plan.
grain of salt, grain of sand, all is for nothing, nothing at all.
i cant trust myself to suffer the fall .
the smoke stains my skin.
permeats through my pores, solidfy my ire into cancerous dre.
it sits right in my stomach .
it claws at my throat.
i'm retchingby the hour.
i'm all alone.
my lovers repungnance was hard earned.
and my friends slander is well deserved, with my war gait, worn knees give way to the cynicism, all melts away in the flame.
and all else melts away in the cynicflame, i'm burning, an epidemic of ignorance spreads through the youth.
but you'll feign indifference, undermine the truth, so you've got the vision, then pave the way, fot the next new noise to take conjectures place.
take the sordid place, take it.