the FIRST of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

corruption is pollution.
we are sponges, absorbent and pliable.
soak up the grime, clean it up.
slit your wrists, let it seep out again.
soak up the grime, it's someone elses now.
why have faith in yourself, when there's no faith in humanity?
the only faith is in destruction, the void left in our wake.

take me back!