The taste in my mouth is the dirt in my throat The revulsion I feel for my heart The cleansing green light seems so very remote Such contempt that I hold for my art The flaws and the cracks in the words that I speak Seem to mock me with their ghastly shapes The illness that grasps me that makes me so weak Savours every last brain cell it rapes The filth in my wounds keeps them open and sore As the viruses dance in my veins Once I seem immune they then kiss me once more To remind me I m fused to my pains In every last pore there s my personal blight There to rot all the tissue I ve grown I ve known all my life that it s useless to fight Seeds your very own psyche has sown The carrion aftertaste lingers still here As the lips of my brain open wide To reveal thoughts defective and reeking of fear A mere glimpse of defilement inside The pollution is caused by the worm of within - Every bite brings me closer to rot I ll wash off the meat that it makes of my skin And I ll pray for what health that I ve got But the corpse I become is not decomposed yet And I may still relinquish this slime Though the germs still inside may their appetites whet And I m missing the virtue of time