where the writers are
There is no Filter for this Poison

Like a sea of maggots
So does this place appear
So vile on the onset
A horrifyingly ugly beginning.

Witness the early lives forming
Destined to be flies that feed on shit
Without a choice but by design
And certainly by fate.

An unfortunate time to choose
A toxic pathogen in concept
Killing slowly killing quickly
Closing its hands around my neck.

Escape is not an open door
Escape is not a step away
Escape is only a concept
Filled with static, clogged with doubt.

A futile flight from the dung heaps
Gasping for relief begging for help
Denied by the nature of things
My first mistake was my last.