• catbucket 12w

    scum and dirt scrape my skin
    i’m in the sewers again
    you said they’re clean, don’t worry, it’s only mental graffiti
    i held my breath as i dived in
    up to my shoulders in shit
    i ask “where did these stories come from?”
    point to the clouds around your head and tell me they follow to rain on you
    i bow down my lord as you create waterfalls of pity
    but the water doesn’t purge the tunnels of their fowl scent