Filthy.
That feeling that makes you want to rip away
Those pieces of you, those you hate
The pieces no one else knows
The ones that haunt you so
I can't shake them this time
I've never wanted to be incinerated
Until now-
Wanting to have all the impurities I've created
To disappear.
With them myself.
Such a filthy thing
Shouldn't be allowed
In this world...
