Filthy and Afraid

Filth be by day and morning alike, 

Beyond the wrenching of a shadow,  

In dampened corners frayed. 

 

Filthy don’t fall! 

Withering the dead do lay, 

Besides me and away. 

 

Randomly they sit beneath grey and opened windows, 

Sedement curling,

Where do I sit today?

 

Skin granular and coarse, 

Besides we crumble, 

The fellow men did lay? 

 

Or at least that's what they say. 

 

Three cheers for we, 

Filthy and one, 

Broken down in the corner, 

Hip hip horray

 

Mocking the phrase,

I am simply afraid.

 

Did you hear the windows pecking, 

Pecking, 

Flickering and die, 

Withering away.. 

 

To the grave! 

Apples falling into eyes,

Blinding a sight once forgotten, 

For the dead cannot pray.

◄ God

The fallacy of me ►

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