The Keepers Athenaeum

here,
desease festers and spreads,
a cesspoll of vomit ive fallen into
vomit and infection.
down here i find its cause,
poor decaying souls,
rotting unchecked…
unchecked by themselves
or anyone else.
do they even care? does anyone care?
do they care about themselves and the plague theyve caused?
who knows…
all i know is that im in it now,
with them,
decaying…
trying to claw my way out before they envelope me,
or i envelope them.
i am them
they are me
we are a cesspool of infection

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 at 11:56 pm and is filed under Jarody's Poems.